I understand the urge to climb our big beautiful mountains, their rugged majesty, the sense of achievement, the views, the photo opportunities, the impressiveness of the whole event. Heading into the mild; local footpaths, fields, woodlands, country lanes, gentle hills, lazy rivers, babbling brooks, can hold less glory.
Often when I explore undiscovered footpaths, bridle paths, green lanes and country lanes, I meet no-one and lose myself in the present. A shallow stream, a tree in bloom, the twittering of the birds, the bleating of the sheep, a tractor in the distance, wild flowers. This feels like adventure to me. Discovering places I sense few have trod in many a year. I delight in finding my way through overgrown paths, once important to local country folk and now neglected, patchy avenues of trees marking the way. Few signs or stiles to aid my progress, no bridge across the stream, gates tied, fallen trees across the path, brambles pulling at my clothes (and hair). And yet, finding a way through and heading towards some feature that takes my eye...I drift into feeling like an explorer, totally in the moment, any thoughts of past or present evaporating into now.
I invite you to take a map and become an explorer of your own landscape, an adventurer setting out into the mild.....
Michelle's ramblings about rambling
Michelle would describe herself as a walker, a swimmer and lover of nature, she likes nothing more than to discover a great old Ash or Oak, or to gaze at distant hills, marvel at rocky crags, that appear to hum with vibrancy, as they stick out of the earth. She rescues sheep as she finds them with their heads stuck in the fence, trying to reach that ‘greener grass’. She delves into long abandoned farmhouses to soak up the atmosphere of buildings made by craftsmen, whose hearts infuse their work and whose buildings slowly meld back into the landscape from whence they came.