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Wet Saturday
It is the waiting around as the morning progresses that tugs at me: a gnawing frustration. A non-happening. The rain outside is all-pervasive, unwelcoming; I want to get out into it, to shake off the...
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Peregrine Lessons
Misty and quiet. Nothing seemingly. White grey cloud muffles, the breeze does little to stir the scene. The woods are a spectacular tangle of leafless branches, but the lift and the soar is lacking. It...
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Contested Ground
I escape for an hour, pad along the roads, climb the gate and soak up the feeling of release. On the threshold. The fields that I run through breathe an air that is always flushed through, it has...
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Time Release
There is rain around at Tintern- warm, scents floating and surging: woodsmoke, leaves, perfumes. The air swells and the odd misty drop of rain falls out of ragged grey blue and white sky. To read...
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Crop Run
I approach Top Field, it is midday-warm, breezy; heavy banks of cloud, grey to white, flashes of blue. A lark rises, as I pass, its burbling silver song streams out onto the air, rising and falling. It...
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Ness Glen
The glen is shrouded and shady; dripping green and damp. The water bubbles – deep black coffee; swirls of white bubbles draw sinuous curved lines. The water has a sonic resonance, bubbling from depth,...
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Troon Beach
A drenching low sky, rain driving steadily on a strong wind. Set in – a not going out today. I slip a light windproof over my running vest and venture out. Grey rain; bullying wind. Coming up over the...
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May Hill
Grand beings move across the landscape. Giant elemental figures-out of the scale of my understanding: I walk among kings it seems up here. Nearly two months have slipped past since I was last outside....
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Deep Water
To be out in the Hebrides on a glorious day in August seemed almost unreal. The summer before had fallen so flat: the frantic pace of everything, of just keeping up, of not finding time to stop and...
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Altered State
The snow, falling on my jacket, makes minute scratching sounds only audible when I am absolutely still. A few yards away, to my right, the same sound, muted by distance, echoes in a tinier way as tiny...
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