The Solitary Trip to Lancaster: Pt 3

The path heading down to the canal was shadowed by a canopy of trees and as I walked downhill it felt like everything was in HD. Bird calls were sharper, the fragrant smell of the waterside plants was stronger, ducks were chillin’ out on the canal and everything just felt better. I wasn’t under the… Continue reading The Solitary Trip to Lancaster: Pt 3

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