We lie in the soft earth looking helplessly up at the last sparkling shards of the wormhole closing above us in the sky. Wherever we are, there is no going back that way!

Standing up and brushing ourselves off, we find we are in a field adjacent to a track, which takes us down towards a town at the bottom of a river valley. Along the way, we are passed several times by trade carrier bicycles, the riders enthusiastically ringing their bells to warn of their approach.

By Mark Daniels Via: icenicam