Well back to overcast today we had a meeting with council about the park and I got news of some burning in the Glen, so it goes on and this is the first of 2021 on the first warm day the bracken lit up and must have blazed a while, even after all the rain we had, the damp ground is now the great protector of all that lies beneath, hopefully the lizards that L found yesterday managed to escape the surface danger. The river has gone back to its serpentine form and I cant stop seeing a strange ring on the opposite bank and even some roman numerals are appearing… could it be a date or does it spell “Ox” reminding me we are in the Chinese year of the Metal Ox …into the third month now, almost a year on from the first big silence, and it’s anyone’s guess as to how it will unfold, the writing is on the hill.
I love the way the big oak’s branches stroke the hill so delicately as it meets the sky, some kind of nurturing after the trauma of the burning, this tree has sheltered and given solace to many walkers over the last year and it continues to extend its gentle care. The chorus of witches left by last years burnings of the gorse look on, still here. Other trees are absorbing trauma, the wire which tightened around their trunks now incorporated beneath the skin.