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Thursday 23

We are on the High Peak Trail .A gale is storming in over the Staffordshire moorlands.Spots of icy rain sting the cheeks bringing a wonderful sense of exhilaration and joy . Everything is alive in the wake of these strong winds that whip our coats and seek to rip off our hoods.Now and then the morning sun rips a gash in wind driven clouds .Shafts of light resembling search lights illuminate the horizon. Being in the presence of the power of nature brings such freedom. We laugh and watch a gathering of Rooks and jackdaws who seem to be playing in the sky. The wind swirls them up and down.They ride the storm calling “raak” and “Jack Jack”  in what appears to be absolute joy.(Life lesson ! When the storms come ride them don’t fight them ? Easy to say hard to do). The birds swoop and swirl as we watch.Wonderful stuff in the Peak District.

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