A Spiritual Dog Walk
What a glorious morning, the bright spring sunshine lighting up the landscape and bringing it back to life. The early morning frost sparkles in its wake leaving crystallised white silhouettes of trees standing tall. The mists so typical of these wetlands swirl above the river and rise as free spirits to disappear into the brightness.
I love Somerset in the early spring and the wide panoramas across the levels inspire me with promises for the coming year.
Yesterday a friend and I took a puppy for a walk. It was sunny when we set out but fog descended as we drove out to a local solitary hill dominating the landscape. We walked up the steep slopes in fog and stood on the top hardly able to see the path we had climbed up and laughing at our folly. Why were we the only souls on the hill?
A drink of hot coffee from the flask and we were ready to walk around the perimeter of this ancient hill. As we started the sun began to burn through the fog and the view opened up. We could see for miles down to the levels and out to the headlands jutting out into the Bristol Channel. We could pick up the sunlight glancing off the yellow beaches down below and the world looked beautiful. The energies of this hill are fantastic and uplifting and we felt truly refreshed and invigorated before returning to the car.
How did the puppy cope? -with excitement and interest, investigating every new smell, just like a young child with a whole new world to explore. He rolled over and over on the soft tussocks of grass on the top and covered about 4 times the ground we did. Back at the car he flopped down. We might have managed to tire him out. What to you think?
What a glorious morning, the bright spring sunshine lighting up the landscape and bringing it back to life. The early morning frost sparkles in its wake leaving crystallised white silhouettes of trees standing tall. The mists so typical of these wetlands swirl above the river and rise as free spirits to disappear into the brightness.
I love Somerset in the early spring and the wide panoramas across the levels inspire me with promises for the coming year.
Yesterday a friend and I took a puppy for a walk. It was sunny when we set out but fog descended as we drove out to a local solitary hill dominating the landscape. We walked up the steep slopes in fog and stood on the top hardly able to see the path we had climbed up and laughing at our folly. Why were we the only souls on the hill?
A drink of hot coffee from the flask and we were ready to walk around the perimeter of this ancient hill. As we started the sun began to burn through the fog and the view opened up. We could see for miles down to the levels and out to the headlands jutting out into the Bristol Channel. We could pick up the sunlight glancing off the yellow beaches down below and the world looked beautiful. The energies of this hill are fantastic and uplifting and we felt truly refreshed and invigorated before returning to the car.
How did the puppy cope? -with excitement and interest, investigating every new smell, just like a young child with a whole new world to explore. He rolled over and over on the soft tussocks of grass on the top and covered about 4 times the ground we did. Back at the car he flopped down. We might have managed to tire him out. What to you think?
