The Lanes of Bratton Fleming, Devon

Photo by Bridget Moore, Devon (c)

Living in Bratton Fleming was a joy

A quiet, safe, community

With countryside views from our home

Green rolling hills, scattered with trees

And silver streams running across narrow lanes

It's there I spent hours walking my dog

My dear spaniel, Topsy

She was full of joy

And her happiness at simple things was contagious

She'd wag her tail and her whole body in an ecstacy of excitement

In the spring time

When the wild flowers bloomed

It was a feast for the eyes

And we'd pause on our walk, down the lanes

And gaze across fields and meadows

At the bobbing daffodils

Or snowdrops

Or bluebells

Each season presenting a different kaleidoscope of colour

We'd walk the lanes, my dog and I

And I thought I'd never leave my beloved Devon

Fate had a different life in store for me, for a while

But I will return

My spaniel has passed away

And I have another dog to walk

And I can hardly wait to introduce

My Toffee dog to an English country lane

I know she'll love it

And together, we'll create our own

Special walks and places

Somewhere in Devon

I'm not sure where

But its gentle, rolling countryside

And flower filled fields

Are calling me home.