Right after the church. Notice the leaves’ autumnal colour. Ignore the absence of a wooden beam.No church bells chime so don’t ignore the waiters and stop in for a glass of white wine.A dead end over the bridge. A temporary space for sparring practice.Turn around. Over the rough cobbles and on your way.The dog is missing, but bridges are everywhere. It’s not quite time to cross though.I’m waiting for you here. A small door. Or I’ll just keep walking. Another door will open.
A Wander is not a Slog 