Pebble beaches are the best. Advantages of pebble beaches:
- pebble beaches dry quickly, after rain, waves, a heavy fret.
- the sound: walking over pebbles, waves over pebbles
- even Anakin prefers pebbles
I leave here, for science, all my tiny fossil findings.
- Fossilised tiny submarine or possibly whale, Brighton Beach
- Teeny-tiny cat fossil, Normans Bay
- Tiny alien skulls, Brighton Beach
The hills tell me: keep going
The sun is out and I’m in love with the whole world and there’s magic everywhere.
little cow of god
Easter Sunday 2012, Easter Sunday 2014
Do these coincidences speak to you of magic?
Or a reassuring rhythm?
I have been searching for a word or phrase that describes the activity/feeling/process of understanding a place through walking. For example, to walk over and around a hill is to know it physically and learn something of its geology, relief, topography, history and natural history. A step by step examination of the land, its shape, its texture, its living residents (your companions) has occurred and this hill is now stored in your mind/heart.
It is more significant than a walk, less academic than research.
It is a distinctive and familiar process, but I have no name for it.
Woodpigeon song (from here)
There’s a woodpigeon sitting on the chimney top, the fireplace is a speaker, his song fills the room.
From Birds and Man by WH Hudson:
A lady friend assures me the right words of this song are:
Take two cows, David.
In East Anglia I have been informed that what the bird really and truly says is—
My toe bleeds, Betty.
Working outside today.
On the final day of my holiday, I finally feel peaceful. I can submit to the sward.
I am a friend to the buttercup and the bird’s-foot trefoil.
The sky is good to me.
Orchids and butterflies, butterfly orchids. A good walk.
Butterfly, burnt-tip (see above), bee (see top)
the commonly spotted common spotted
For the butterflies, I identified:
Adonis blue, marsh fritillary (see above)
Brimstones dancing over fields.
I crushed juniper needle leaves and drank the scent of gin from my cupped hands.
I ate a honey sandwich.
Flower crab spider on hogweed
caught a bee, laden with pollen
Time for a walk
Yesterday I pushed my fingers through the grass and my fingertips into the earth. Today the grass had been mowed in a circular way, I sat in the centre, with lines of mown grass radiating out from me like ripples on a lake.