The end view

of a hike and a picnic in a County once more 

A long slog up to an hamlet, passing the quaint in quirky, the red telephone boxes of old, a water pump, to get to the wooded entrance for another foxy Friday, in a forest. The so familiar route walked in time past with those now gone. A picnic by a stream of a river in a quiet interlude. The fact I carried this food for half the trek before the load became lighter. A feat on top of many feats this trip in a time determined.