Pack horse inn, Hebden bridge

The Crisp White Canvas The Pack Horse Inn Hebden Bridge

As I walked and walked, my legs began to tire, I searched for a spot to rest and quell the burning fire.

I found a farm track, by a little stream, the gentle sound of water was like a peaceful dream. I sat down and listened to its gentle sound, my fatigue slowly fading, my spirits unbound.

The patchy clouds streaked the skies above, as I sat in awe, surrounded by love. Nature’s beauty, in all its glory, I was lost in this moment, and its enchanting story.

In front of me stood the Pack Horse Inn, its windows reflecting the moorland within. A field of untouched snow glistening bright, as the sun shone down with all its might. The snow shimmered like diamonds in the light, a magical moment. Oh, what a sight.

The crisp white canvas beckons me to play, to leave my mark in a chaotic way, as I sat, taking it all in, I felt a sense of joy from deep within. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, in this moment, there was no fear or death, just the beauty of nature and its peaceful embrace, a feeling so pure, it could never be replaced.

The tiredness in my legs began to fade, as I basked in the beauty nature had made.
So here I sat, in this tranquil scene, grateful for a break and all that I’ve seen, in this moment, I found my retreat and in nature’s arms; I found my peace.