A New Year’s Day Walk

Yesterday was a beautiful day so, having donned some boots and a warm waterproof coat, I decided to take the dog for a long walk.   To be honest I didn’t expect the world and her husband to be out at the same time but no matter, there’s plenty of room out on the fell.

Our little town is built at the foot of a steeply climbing ridgemail,  from the top of which are some of the most spectacular views.  It’s a fairly long and steep climb up to the top, and one soon leaves the town behind. 

Along the way we met an orienteering group, families with small children, lots of dogs with their own servants (we servants exchanged our own greetings whilst our owners allowed us a breather before hurrying us along).

The views opened out as we climbed ever higher – though the light seemed to be fading slightly.  At the top I looked around the vast empty expanse – and realised that I was the only person still up there!  Time to head back for home. We’d been out for almost 2 hours and walked and climbed a fair few miles.

On the way back down, right at the edge of civilisation, is a lovely old house which has the most amazing views over the bay.  It also has a beautiful old door which leads, I can only assume, into the garden.  It obviously hasn’t been used for many years.  The timbers are old and rotting, but I often fantasise about what could lie behind this old door – what it hides or protects.   I’ve no idea who lives there, but I envy them this little slice of heaven.

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View from the top

Last weekend my dog and I went exploring further than usual.  It was a glorious day, warm with a lovely breeze to keep us cool.

We’d taken a route which leads through a steeply rising wood, following a path which leads either to a wider path back out of the woods, or across a stile and up a fairly steep incline through open land to the summit of a hill which overlooks the bay.

I hadn’t been up to the top in, probably, 20 years – so it was high time I revisited. I’d forgotten how steep it is but it’s not too far.  The scenery is beautiful to behold.  Wild, craggy, windswept and open.  

There are often cows or sheep grazing up there and down near the woods but, on this day, there was no livestock within sight.  This meant that Mischa could run round to her heart’s content – and she loved it.

We saw about a dozen people in all, dressed in hiking boots, sensible waterproof jackets, walking poles and rucksacks.  Obviously taking their walk seriously!

I, on the other hand, was seriously underdressed in linen trousers, light cotton blouse and Birkenstocks.  I had poop bags for the dog and my phone, with which I took these images on the way back down from the top.

It was a great walk and next time we go I’ll approach it from a different path. Might even take a backpack and have my lunch up there – and some water would be good too.

Beautiful day

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Yesterday I decided to take the dog for a lovely long walk before I started, again, working on the 2nd part of my series 
She really enjoyed running through the woods, and I couldn’t believe that there was no one else about with their own furry friends.
It was cold, yes, but invigorating.  
More to the point,  I had the rest of the afternoon and evening to write.
Today it’s bitterly cold and I’m sitting in my office wrapped up in a Pashmina, wishing I was out walking with the dog again.

Sunrise

We woke up to a dusting of snow this morning.  I realise that many of you have deep, deep drifts of snow where you live, but we rarely get any here at the bottom of the English Lake District.

As well as the snow, we also had the most beautiful sunrise.  I’ve tried to capture it in the image above.  We overlook the bay and the sun rises above the horizon right opposite us.

I took our dog out for her morning walk before I took this image.  At that time it wasn’t quite light and the street lamps made the little town look magical, especially when seen from the promenade which runs the whole length of the town, and is where I walk my dog in the early hours of the morning.  I was surprised, though, to see the evidence of so many people having enjoyed a walk in the snow before I had even got up!

Poetry: Dark Clouds Looming Overhead

Today, sat in my office watching the weather closing in over the rooftops opposite, I started to let my mind drift into poetry writing mode.  No, I didn’t write my poem whilst being paid to work, but I did allow the first lines of a poem to drift into my mind.

Looming dark clouds
Threaten to challenge the majesty of the sun
Humans can only look on as a battle plays out before their eyes

For a time the clouds seem to win the battle
The sun limps off and out of sight
Nursing its humiliation

The skies enveloped in a blanket of deepest purple
Anger, malevolent and tangible
As the gods rumble between themselves

Bright forks of power issue from their mouths
Their anger now visible to all
Lashing wind and rain envelop the earth

The battle, furious and violent
The noise, deafening, fearsome and unworldly
As the gods give vent to their fury in the realm of humans

Their temper wanes, their fury spent
These gods return, chastened, to their own world
Leaving the earth battered and drenched in their tears of rage

Then peace seems to reign again
The sun rushes out from its hiding place to take its throne once more
And all is right with the world

The image has been downloaded from Unsplash and attributed to Duncan Maloney