Leaning on my walking poles, I caught my breath, the weight of my rucksack pressing into my shoulders. The waterlogged path stretched ahead, vanishing into …
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Chasing Light and Legacy: A Photographer’s Ascent to Bossington Hill
The gravel crunches underfoot as I swing the car door shut, the early morning air crisp against my skin. At the end of Hill Road, …