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A weekend away meant a drive through the misty countryside of England. Some things you see, then all is lost, we stopped in our hunt for some lunch with this church across the road drifting into sight. The fingers of mist pushed around us all afternoon as we made our way to the hotel, and it wasn’t till morning we got to appreciate the beauty of the place we were staying, although I do think a bit of mystery is a good thing.

St Audries in the mist.

St Audries in the mist.

I’ve walked from Holford before up onto the Quantocks, the stamping ground of Coleridge and his friend Wordsworth. They both took inspiration from the wild moors and the coastal paths, and it’s easy to see why. On a sunny day in early spring, the mud and water has subsided a bit and we made our way on to the moor with the sound of the stream gurgling along.

Walking in Holford Combe

Walking in Holford Combe

The idea that spring is with us shows how the world will turn no matter what our own priorities. Budding trees, the hawthorn in bloom, with still the hint of a frost in the morning, and a fresh smell to the whole of the woodland. Time slows when you take a walk, and the colours of the world on this day seemed exaggerated by the sun coming through the branches. We climbed to the top of Frog Combe, just to see the open space before dropping back down into the woods, back into the warm still air out of the wind.

Views from the Quantocks

Views from the Quantocks

A wild Savannah or just a stroll away from home?

A wild Savannah or just a stroll away from home?

Some of the most interesting woodland plants are on a smaller scale than the trees around. The mini-landscape found in hollows and roots. Holding some dew and shining bright.

A mini rain forest.

A mini rain forest.

The return path, still in the sun, with stream running noisily down to Holford village.

The return path, still in the sun, with stream running noisily down to Holford village.

I like to see such small details, the little bits we often miss as we go from one place to another. Our hotel was a former mill, and some of the workings remain. The makers plates and forged wheels with wooden peg-cogs, nice to see they haven’t been taken away to make space for cars or the like.

Drive wheel detail.

Drive wheel detail.

Drive wheel detail 2.

Drive wheel detail 2.

I’ll leave this post with a last image from the woods, a slow, dreamy feel, almost melancholy with the isolated figure standing out against the background. Lost in thought, enjoying the feel of the space. One of my favourite pictures from the weekend. A short but much appreciated break away from work and bustle at home, a chance to recharge and to regroup. A good place to start the next drive forward, headlong into full spring and the things to come.

Wanderer

Wanderer

Remember to stand still when you look around, it’s always worth the time.

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