Solstice

High up on the limestone plateau, looking down on the misting patchwork fields.

Stood where ancient folks once toiled to build their home with this view, their ghosts brushing past us.

The distant sun slipped down early into a duvet of clouds, forgiven for this is her longest day of work. 

Butterflies bobbed in the wind and a buzzard appeared riding on a warm thermal whilst swallows raced with dragonflies across the swaying grass.