We found ourselves flagging just a little at this stage and took the very sensible step of chatting to the owner of a boat, moored at Berney Arms for some fishing, and begging a top up of our water bottles.
We found ourselves flagging just a little at this stage and took the very sensible step of chatting to the owner of a boat, moored at Berney Arms for some fishing, and begging a top up of our water bottles.
We took our time looking at some beautiful large properties along this path (how can people afford such wonderful homes?) and found our first delightfully empty country lane.
These lanes were very quiet and enjoyable to walk along in the pleasant sunshine. We grabbed a couple of pears from a box in front of a cottage, left out for travelers, and ended up scrumping from an apple tree hanging over the road.
However our well practiced looks of confusion managed to attract the attention of a very friendly woman who walked the first 10 minutes or so with us.
When you first meet him you just know that he is decent and kind. He genuinely wants to know how you are and asks questions, actively listening to everything that you share with him.
It’s like a vast, seemingly never-ending, area of scrubland. Rough, mostly flat, with some areas of nothingness and little vegetation. Other parts are full of thick undergrowth and trees, so dense that you just cannot see what, if anything, is lurking just a few metres away from the track.
“The absolutely incredible night sky in the desert. I had been warned that I would not believe what I saw and this was completely true.. The sky was just FULL of light.”
We find our inspiration where we can in life, when it hits us or when we stumble across it..
Today I was hit.
A movie, no less, reminded me what I already knew, I think, but needed to remember,
And wildness, at its basic and unreconstructed finest, becomes ever more attractive every time that voice of sanity echoes around my head.
I am more than the weight of all the opportunities that I didn't take or maybe didn't even notice.
How satisfying to sometimes take a step back from life.
Even if just for a moment
I didn't want to push things too much. I was reminded that only a few months before I was using a walking stick and could barely get out of the house.
I was chatting with someone the other day. They told me that they believed that they had a creative personality.
Well, here we are again.
I know how this works.
I can already feel the clouds gathering and the world suddenly feels just a little more claustrophobic and slightly pointless once more.
Most of us would like to think that we can identify with the traditions, the ideals, of the holiday season. To think of others before ourselves, to be kind, understanding and generous.
Sometimes she could use a reminder that her way of looking at the world is just one of the things that makes her unique and wonderful.
Every word, every photograph, every post that I share here requires a level of vulnerability.
That and courage.
There is peace and solitude in wildness. Skies, grey and inpenetrable, and wind fierce enough to leave even the strongest of us staggering for a moment.