I walk every day - come rain or shine, blue skies or grey, hot or cold or somewhere in between. You have to do that when you have a dog, but for me it's (mostly) not a hardship. Walking the land gives me an intimate picture of nature and the changing seasons. I love that connection. I thrive on it. Walking is a daily ritual that connects me deeply with my surroundings. Admittedly I'm sometimes distracted by ball-throwing duties, but even Walter takes notice of the sea, and won't venture in very far when the waves are crashing.
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Walking gives me a chance to pause and gather my thoughts, to have a conversation with myself. To think about what I'm doing and to mull over creative ideas. And to be outside is to be inspired - by
beach and cliffs, by
water, by
the woods, the
moor, and sometimes by a walk around town and
along the prom. Often I find my doodles and scribbles are heavily influenced by nature.
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A few days ago I walked up on the moor to a familiar spot, only this time using a route I'd not walked before. It's amazing the difference a change of perspective makes - seeing with a fresh pair of eyes. The moor was a blaze of purple heathers and coconut-scented yellow gorse. Of grasses blowing in the wind, with the sea glimpsed in the background.
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On the horizon is the neolithic chambered tomb,
Chun Quoit, one of the many ancient sites scattered around this landscape.
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I felt like the land was mine. Birdsong, wind, rustling grasses, the sound of the sea in the background. No man made noise.
Just me, Walter and nature, doing her thing.