The silence was profound, Donald had never been anywhere so remote before. He usually travelled in crowded coaches, usually to attend some party. So to find himself standing in the midst of moorland with nothing that was familiar to him. It was frightening. The ground sloped downwards, Donald drifted towards a darkly coloured valley. A colour which as he closed with the valley, resolved into a large herd of highland cattle. No longer alone, it was to time for Donald to locate shelter and hopefully who ever the cattle belonged to.
A new formate was presented by WordPress when I opened the site this morning. I am not sure if I can work with this new format. Unsettled I will attempt to produce something worth posting.