Further to last, Openhand.

I took myself off for a walk from the compound where I make the herbal medicines that are still tested on rodents (and some rabbits). And about a mile away is a place called 'Snowdrop Valley' - where the woods are carpeted with snowdrops during the spring - they were planted by Benedictine Monks back in the 13th Century. I have never been here before today and it felt to me the perfect place to honour and bridge the soul of these creatures - where visitors can come to admire them every year. To confirm my efforts - all the way back to the compound - I had developed a squeaking! in my boots or jacket, I don't know?! It makes me feel like I've integrated them into my being where they're at peace. This has brought me immense comfort and is my memorial for them.

Remy 🧡