i pass this ceremonial county
from one to the other
the blessings and circumstance
another kilometre or fifty
cross the country
by single track road
or overgrown walkway
or gravel path pathway
i follow the which way
it's this way
by summer haze
by humid phase
obscuring the ridges
the windmills twin fields and
i'm not so red-faced
this time
i'm not so alone