Old Sodbury by Sophie Livingston

This final poem in the ‘Terrain’ series was written after I spent a long summer walking the Cotswold Way that runs from Chipping Campden in the north Cotswolds to Bath in the south with my husband, Jo. It had been a fraught time for both of us, and we’d spent a lot of the 100 miles thinking and talking about the stress going on in our lives. Walking always helps us get our lives in perspective – but the moment described in the poem when we took tea in the graveyard was one of those miraculous ones when all our worries suddenly seemed trivial.