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Soon the National Poetry Writing Month Starts, Tuesday to be exact. So the month will be given to writing poetry, this time I am going to try to stay within the theme of navigation,trails, and footsteps. I hope you will join me as I travel through the month using words and the track and trails I follow on my travels.

NaPoWriMo

NaPoWriMo

For the last post of the month a few shots of the Mendips, a walk we did on Saturday following some of the old ways around here and part of the West Mendip Way. Views across Crook Peak, Bleadon Hill and parts of the levels. Thankfully getting back to some sort of normal after the recent floods. The weather this weekend was a first bright light and windless day. Wonderful walking weather and a great day out.

Tracks and Trails

Tracks and Trails

Footpaths crossing.

Footpaths crossing.

Climbing into summer.

Climbing into summer.

Four of us, heading along part familiar, part unknown roads and footpaths. I like the idea we can still find new places to have lunch in corners of Somerset we haven’t yet traveled. We forget how many trails there are, how many hidden corners so close to our home we haven’t yet cast our eyes upon. Taking a day to explore, catch up with nature preparing for summer. Lots of birds and butterflies and the leaves budding, flowers showing their colours to the world for the first time this year. With the ground so soft, there were many marks to be seen on the quieter trails, I like to see them using our clearways. A happy byproduct of us living so close together in this kind of countryside.

Footprints.

Footprints.

Catkins

Catkins

Unfurling Ferns

Unfurling Ferns

Sunny green at the side of the bridleway.

Sunny green at the side of the bridleway.

Each time we walk, we see different aspects of our surroundings, close by we see the boundaries, crossed by the tracks and bridleways, other man-made marks, signs and countryside management. The woodlands, the farmlands, animal enclosures. It’s easy to forget how long man has worked this land to his own purpose, throughout history and into our modern world. By necessity we crossed the M5 motorway twice. A river of tarmac and traffic spilling down the valley between Loxton Hill and Crook Peak. We talk of nature, yet all about we leave our mark on the places we live and work.

Clear water.

Clear water.

Tarmac ribbon.

Tarmac ribbon.

This way.

This way.

This way, cutlery as waymarker.

This way, cutlery as waymarker.


A meeting of ways.

A meeting of ways.

Capturing the wind.

Capturing the wind.

We walked the high ground of the Mendips, we walked the low ground of the levels. We stood at the top of Crook peak, and sneaked through the woodlands that survives on the hills. We walked by the rhynes and rivers of the levels and we came home again. A meal with friends to end the day, laughter and family, it was a good day.

Wide levels view.

Wide levels view.

Wavering Down.

Wavering Down.

The Northern view.

The Northern view.

A pause for reflection on Crook Peak.

A pause for reflection on Crook Peak.

Close in we see nature, showing us about renewal, about recovery. We make our mark and nature continues if not oblivious, then with a disregard for our timescales. We all recently lost a friend, who would normally be walking with us on days like these, and the knowledge of renewal in everything, in family and our friends, how we touch those around us is something I think is part of the way of the world. We continue in those we knew, those we help and meet, our own immortality.

Mike Stewart

Mike Stewart

Take the time to look about, enjoy everything you see about you, and everyone you meet along the way.

Take your time.

Take your time.

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