I guess it would be 3-4 miles that I walked, as I turn a corner of this muddy bed I notice the mud a lot drier, so further along and its now dry cracked mud, so I walk across and reach the other side.
A little way more and its wet, but I manage and come to dry sand.
walking up this as it slopes up a bank - w0w what a delight to see at the top, but a field full of poppies.
To be continued.
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Where was that poppy field, Mac?
Have you been to Afghanistan?
Dried mud and poppies - are we on our way to Flanders and 1918?
I barely blinked and suddenly found three installments of Imac's meanderings. Very cool. I hope you find your way home, but don't worry; we'll keep you company along the way.
I'm glad you made it to the other side, but where is that poppy field?
You have been to some dreamy places.....wonderful!
Lovely poppies.
Sunny :)
I like the cracked earth and the poppy fields a lot.
wow,such beautiful flowers and the colors are amazing!
Absolutely love your stories.
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