Once Upon a Walk

The Story of God on Boars Hill

Recollections from an English countryside ramble.

I walked across the moor, ancient and squishy. The long green grass pushes down into the saturated dark soil. 

Squish, squish, squish. I was grateful for my Gore-Tex boots. After cutting through the grass I found my way back onto the footpath. 

“These footpaths are nearly a thousand years old, Tim. And the…