Category Archives: Nature, Place, Wild

Altered State

The snow, falling on my jacket, makes minute scratching sounds only audible when I am absolutely still. A few yards away, to my right, the same sound, muted by distance, echoes in a tinier way as tiny ice dry granules … Continue reading

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Deep Water

To be out in the Hebrides on a glorious day in August seemed almost unreal. The summer before had fallen so flat: the frantic pace of everything, of just keeping up, of not finding time to stop and reflect. And … Continue reading

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May Hill

Grand beings move across the landscape. Giant elemental figures-out of the scale of my understanding: I walk among kings it seems up here. Nearly two months have slipped past since I was last outside. October sunlight floods about me; the … Continue reading

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Troon Beach

A drenching low sky, rain driving steadily on a strong wind. Set in – a not going out day. I slip a light windproof over my running vest and venture out. Grey rain; bullying wind. Coming up over the sand … Continue reading

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Ness Glen

The glen is shrouded and shady; dripping green and damp. The water bubbles – deep black coffee; swirls of white bubbles draw sinuous curved lines. The water has a sonic resonance, bubbling from depth, it plunges with a dull roar, … Continue reading

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Crop Run

I approach Top Field, it is midday-warm, breezy; heavy banks of cloud, grey to white, flashes of blue. A lark rises, as I pass, its burbling silver song streams out onto the air, rising and falling. It is the sound … Continue reading

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Castle Mound

There is rain around at Tintern- warm, scents floating and surging: woodsmoke, leaves, perfumes. The air swells and the odd misty drop of rain falls out of ragged grey blue and white sky. To read Wordsworth out loud here is … Continue reading

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