Walking Home
The old farmhouse had suffered terrible, a gaping wound allowed the winters chill to seep into every corner. Yet we and the beasts entered. The icy blast was reduced but not eliminated. Smashed furniture and dried dung soon created warmth in a deep inglenook. Then began the urgent task of placing stone upon stone, the wound must be filled. Our guide, skinned rabbits to roast, whilst mulled ale refreshed numbed minds. But the battle was not over. Outside wolfs howled with hunger. The blizzard had created a treacherous land. Reaching the road must wait, if we were not to be the wolfs supper…
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A tale of adventure and desperation
Thank you Neil, the past is a rich hunting ground,
Wow
One word never meant so much, thank you Dawn
One must battle on or lay down and perish. Great tale of desperation.
Thank you Mason, Battle on say I…
glad he found a place to stay until spring breaks through.
Thank you Plaridel,
Also, ale has been known to numb fresh minds. 🙂 Nicely done
The ale has gone off… so perhaps the wolfs are imaginary
Getting back to nature can have its drawbacks.
It certainly can be, as can bad alcohol
Desperate times call for a lemonade of gratitudes …
Ben ‘Shaws lemonade’ came in old fashioned bottles and tasted great in those days
A moment of peace in a dangerous world and introduction to a longer story of mysterious adventures.
Yes they where hard times,… A long time back I attempted to buy that farm house. The back of the house still had a badly damaged back wall.
Great survival story. I hope they have enough ale. 🙂 The wolves will find other food if there are rabbits around.
Many years back I attempted to buy the farmhouse in my story. It still had a damaged back wall. Access was impossible except by foot or by using horses. The farm had been managed by using a sledge pulled by a horse. You pulled the sledge empty up the mountain, loaded it then let gravity slide it down
“The blizzard had created a treacherous land.” I like where you placed this wonderful line in the story. Beautiful image you included. Trying to imagine traveling through it on foot and agree, it looks treacherous.
Today I travelled close to the English Lake District, it was bitterly cold. And was the last place that wolfs lived wild.
Yes, best not to be the wolf’s dinner. Nice one.
Today was bitterly cold and I travelled close to the spot where the last English wild Wolf was killed.