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…