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the wanderer returns ...

Hello! I have been away but now I'm back with stories to tell. I have missed our little chats. Hot sun and cooling breezes.  The beach - seeming to  stretch to the edge of the world. A perfect part of the east coast.  Surf rolling in - hissing and swooshing over the pebbles.  The tide line a mass of razor shells crunching beneath your feet.  The rhythmic sounds  soporific as  the water ebbs and flows - holding your gaze  it mesmerises - the sun glinting off the water like water sprites  luring you in with false promises. I return home refreshed and revitalised. 

A Change is as Good as a Rest ...

"Why do you go away?  So that you can come back.  So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colours.  And the people there see you differently too.  Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving" ~ Terry Pratchett A change of scenery. A change of routine.
To find new words.
New thoughts.
New inspiration. Time for a break. See you soon.

Tales of the Riverbank ...

It was a hot and muggy afternoon - the distant village paled in the heat haze.
Rain threatened.
We walked the canal towpath as narrow boats chugged past and flag iris dipped their roots in the cool water.
Rain threatened.
  Hedgerow and tree were reflected; a double image.
Ewes and lambs took their afternoon siesta in the shade of the waterside oaks - a pastoral scene worthy of any Old Master. We heard the squawking of a heron gracefully flying overhead as ducks and ducklings idly paddled downstream.
Rain threatened.

 



We saw the rolling hills and alien bracket fungus and trees growing at jaunty angles almost as if they were being drawn to the water.Campion and buttercup lined the path with purple pea vetch flourishing.
The rain came.
 A gentle rain that pitter-pattered on the water surface - a rain neither here nor there. It was not until the middle of the night that it began to rain with force.  Dramatic- with added thunder and lightning for greater effect.  Hitting the windows hard and w…

A Woodland Tale ...

For a long time now I have visited a nearby woodland - well, it's more of a copse really - a chestnut copse - an ancient chestnut copse, that was once worked by woodsmen who earned their living from the trees. Now long abandoned and left to its own devices inhabited only by creatures of the night.A secret silent place, save for the soughing of the wind in the tree tops, the sound of the songbird and the sudden flapping of wings from a startled pigeon.


There are no trails or pathways to follow as I wind my way through the semi-darkness looking for the light.Just me, alone with my thoughts, scrunching on dead leaves and  spikey chestnut husks; snapping dead twigs with each footstep.
A squirrel follows me from high above, racing along the gnarled and twisted limbs of the trees.The woodland floor is lush with snagging brambles and nettles that sting my ankles and bluebells gone to seed.Where the canopy is spare shafts of sunlight shine through and dappleeverything with spheres of light.…

In Search of Flowing Streams ...

I collect words - strange, but true.I have a page on pinterestspecifically for words that I like the sound of; words that we don't use any more but say exactly what we are trying express.Querencia is one such word.
n. A place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self.
That place for me is beside water; especially shallow moving water; streams, rivers, brooks and creeks.Delighting in the sound of water tinkling over stones, glimmering and sparkling in the sunlight - watching small fish darting amongst the flowing weed.


This morning I went in search of a flowing stream down in the hollows behind my home.Since my last visit in February here everything has become so overgrown, with knee-high buttercups and mares tails, that the water wasn't visible; tantalisingly I could hear the trickle as it meandered through the long grasses and overhanging trees.


I had to settle for the pond with its dark shadows, murky depth…