Silent Footsteps

This sea of blue caught my eye as I travelled to work one morning. As soon as the weekend was here I ventured to find out what it was. Waking with the sunrise I travelled to the field to discover a carpet of ground ivy and periwinkle with the odd buttercup thrown into the mix. I watched the field come awake as the sun rose, it was one of those rare mornings when the world just felt right. It was perfect.

Visit collection: Wonderful Britain
A Field of blue ground Ivy, a walker crosses the filed in the golden mist, the sun rises peeping through the trees.
The morning was gentle, kind easing the wool from the mind. Strolling amidst the violet-blue silent footsteps are wet with dew. Sunlight slips between the trees Gold drips from budding leaves. Early mists hover then lift, around me, a subtle warmth drifts. Looking up towards the sky a flock of birds pass by and with the birds, my spirits soar I am awake and restored.
  • Silent Footsteps
  • The Blue Field
  • Nr. Eastry
  • Kent UK