THE valley spreads for a vast distance.

The houses become so small they look like they could be made from cardboard.

The winding path leads through the string of houses, connecting the lives of many.

From where I sit, I see the sunset, I see the daffodils growing steadily around me, dotting the green grass.

The scene is picturesque and I sit calmly, waiting for the valley to be enveloped in darkness once more with only the moonlight to highlight its features.

Emily Crinson

Chalford