Day Fifteen

An Evening at Weirbrook Meadow.

After the gruelling stretches of yesterday’s journey, to-day’s short distance felt less like travel and more like a slow exhale.  We arrived at Weirbrook Meadow to find a scene that pulled from a storybook. We were greeted first by the towering gentle presence of a very large donkey, whose steady gaze offered a quiet sort of welcome, followed shortly by a family whose genuine warmth made us feel like old friends rather than passing travellers.

The evening air carried a crisp chill, but it was easily held at bay by a lovely, home-cooked meal that restored our energy.  We sat back with mugs of non-alcoholic mulled wine, the steam carrying scents of cinnamon, letting the spice warm us from inside out.  Now, as the stars begin to sharpen over the meadow we’ve settled for the night.

The profound sense of security, resting right next to our long-eared companion, under his watchful eye, we can finally sink into a deep sleep, fully recharging for the road tomorrow.