25.8.13
Nature’s staircase winds its way through the wood of pines and carpet of delicately-belled heather. We climb and marvel at the grasping tree roots that reach out through the sandy soil like the exposed veins of Methuselah. Further up we trudge; sliding a little now that the trees have given way to the shingle underneath. We reach the top of Dead Man’s Peak and survey the kingdom that we have won through our heart-pumping assent. Beautiful English countryside; heath and forest, new but old, ancient land and there in the distance a reminder – a manmade scar on the face of this beauty…
Nature’s staircase
26 Aug 2013 Leave a comment
in observational prose Tags: family, mindfulness, musings, nature, spoilt landscape, The New Forest, trees, walking