Leaving a part of me in Dorset
Yet another day of travel. This day is for touring the county called Dorset. Located in the Southern part of England along the seaside. We were so tired from our trip yesterday in the port town, Poole, we took our time about waking up this morning in our Dorset Hotel room. While my husband was taking a shower, I went for a run through a most pleasant forest named Wareham. It was a gorgeous day, the sun was peaking through the trees, the trees provided enough shade which cooled a soft breeze going through the forest. Yes, a nice run.
Not only did I notice that the forest was amazing, I really can’t describe it, I wish I had brought my camera with me. The paths with which I could choose from were too numerous, some were wide, enough for runners, bikers and walkers, other paths were very narrow, just enough room for one person at a time. I decided to be random in my path choices which lead me running through incredible hills right into the heart of the forest. I was in the midst of wines and heathers. Purple heathers surrounded me, I was running through a carpet of heavenly heather. I didn’t want to leave the forest, I felt like I was on an adventure, like the Hobbits in the Lord of the Rings. But, I knew if I didn’t head back, my husband would call a search party.
Coming back into the hotel room, my husband had a nice breakfast waiting for me, this really helped me love him even more than before. I told him all about my run while we ate. After breakfast, we drove on to our next destination. But, my soul is still back in the Wareham forest. I think there must have been a magical spell cast upon the forest way back when, which captures a part of ones soul, so if you have to leave the forest, a part of the forest goes with you.