The real Mary Poppins bag, containing among other goodies an emergency shelter, a power bank, a first aid kit that goes up to a Sam splint and trauma dressings, and a lot of coffee. An ultralight hiker I am not.
Less than ten minutes into my 14-mile 6-hill 1-Marilyn adventure and it's raining.
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Welcome To My World ~ A Late-Day Walk Above Bishop’s Castle
On Sunday I did a lot of complaining about the cold and lack of sunshine. Perhaps the weather gods took pity. At five o’ clock the clouds lifted and the sun came out, and although it was still chilly, we thought a walk was called for. There was a path I had my eye on back in the winter when it was too muddy underfoot to attempt it. But after a couple of downpour-free days and lots of drying wind,…
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Day 1691 - A bench with a view into Wales
Moelydd Hill, Shropshire
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On the Idle Hill of Summer
from A Shropshire Lad by AE Housman
On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer
Drumming like a noise in dreams.
Far and near and low and louder
On the roads of earth go by,
Dear to friends and food for powder,
Soldiers marching, all to die.
East and west on fields forgotten
Bleach the bones of comrades slain,
Lovely lads and dead and rotten;
None that go return again.
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the screaming fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
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The Significance of Silence
The Significance of Silence
In the settling silenceEven the swaying of a stalk of grassSeems to have such significance.
A recent walk up Brown Clee Hill, the highest point in Shropshire, took me to this view, and a silence so complete that the buzzing of insects was the only background sound.
In that settling silence, even the swaying of these stalks of grass seemed to have such significance.
Looking east from Brown Clee…
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Swear to god the OS map app (mapp?) is dangerous. Every time I swear THIS route will be under ten miles I get overexcited. Fateful phrases muttered this time include "oh that's public access land I can go where I like" and "ooh, a tumulus!"
At least now I have a frame of reference for contour lines. It's called the Hell No That's Worse Than Caer Caradoc scale.
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Here In The Marches, March Comes In Like A Lion
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And we can only hope that old country lore comes up to snuff when it says that March coming in like a lion, goes out like a lamb. It can’t be too soon for some lamb-weather either. At least yesterday, after I’d taken this first photo of Ragleth Hill, the sun came out and melted the snow. But it was a one day wonder. Today, after more overnight frost, the wind is roaring round the house and down…
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A poem by A. E. Housman
Into My Heart an Air That Kills
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
A. E. Housman
(1859-1936)
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