I opened the front door to see the most beautiful rainbow over Longstone Edge. Grabbing my kit I set out on a walk on what we lovingly call the Rivendell round. In the hedgerow signs of Autumn were obvious in the changing colours. Blackberries finished now and elderberries were looking splendid.
Showers whipped in on the wind coming and going and leaving faint rainbows that hung like ghosts an the damp air.
There was a sense of timelessness in the atmosphere. Sheltering under a canopy of branches I felt as though my body had dissolved and all that remained was the essence of “me”.
“time present and time past are both perhaps present in time future” .TS Eliot.
We are sitting quietly at Stoke Flat Stone Circle. Whispered prayers of peace float on the warm September breeze . It is a ” moment” for just “being”.TheAutumn Equinox is just a couple of days away.Sun and Moon both in the blue sky.
I sketch a couple of watercolours.
Back home we have tea and cake. Above our heads the local Rooks nag each other floating on the thermals. A couple of dozen starlings fly backwards and forwards seemingly uncertain of what to do.
I work on a couple of landscapes and choose Arvo Parts ” the Deers Cry” to accompany the low shafts of sunlight. Later the sky is a pale orange before the half moon rises.
Midway through August a sense of the end of Summer seemed to arrive early.By the first week of September the sun had receded further South and the light was changing. There were blackberries . Walking to the “owl” we chatted about the sadness we felt that both the Barn Owl and now the Little Owls no longer seemed to inhabit the barn we lovingly called “the Owl” . Standing on the “magic bench ” we looked North West feeling just a chill in the air.
The Swallows swooped restlessly over the fields probably dreaming of North Africa.
I walked to Bateman’s House. The river Lathkil was dry. Sitting to eat lunch I was aware of complete silence.No bird calls no wind and no longer the babbling brook.
I decided to walk the dry river bed .walking I wondered about the minnows bullheads and sticklebacks.where are the watervoles? Everything seemed different from the river bed.beautiful colours.mosses , leaves , and trees .Silence.
Overnight snow continued into the day so undeterred we donned our gear and headed out on our favourite walk after a hearty breakfast. After a while the snow turned to rain yet we felt really invigorated in the wintery conditions .In the fields the sheep looked fed up and were showing signs that lambing will soon begin. Only Rooks and Carrion Crows braved the day, robins flitted in and out of the hawthorn.Soaked but happy we arrived home for a late lunch .
Listening : The Hare and the Moon “wood witch”.
Two days never the same .A glorious ramble towards Howden moor one day followed by gothic folk horror mists two days later. The wonder is that both have a beauty of their own . Everything seems inspirational. The wonderful huge skies of the moors and the experience of a Buzzard emerging from the mists on the high peak trail at dusk. Magical Times!
Listen : Nils Okland Band “lysning”
Christmas flew by. December brought us snow and ice and the Winter Solstice.My residency at Isla Fine Art continues to be a success with more sales.A lovely suprise. Dusk walks are spectacular as well.A fine end to the year was completed with an expedition with my buddy Billy Bye…