Frozen in time
I pass the ancient well on my way. The water trickles downwards through the steep hillside, emerging in a deep pool. The metal mugs still sits there on the edge, ready for those who want to sample the healing waters. Today, with the snowmelt, the well is overflowing across the path, creating a muddy quagmire. Further on, the shell of the old chapel still stands, surrounded by the kirkyard. Sheltered from the worst of the elements in this small nook in the hill, open to the river valley in front, across the snow strewn fields. A small stream rushes past, the edges still ice-bound. This ancient place has watched countless seasons pass by. A place of tranquility in the midst of the world’s current storms.