Over hill, over dale
Through bush, through briar,
Over park, over pale,
Through blood, through fire,
I do wander everywhere.
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Come gather round our cozy table tucked inside a woodland pub to hear Caroline and I discuss the Benefits of a Stroll.
[And while you’re at it… how about giving us a good rating on iTunes, if you think we deserve it? :)]
P.S. The photo is from my Midsummer frolic at Wyndstock.