I opened up my brand new square book and I began drawing on the first page.
I had emptied my pockets and there was this collection of bits and pieces from the first day of 2016 when I went for a walk with my husband to the top of the moor. It was a hard walk uphill from sea level to the highest point, my heart beat faster and faster, plenty of stopping for a rest. It was icy cold, every breathe made my chest ache. It was a good excuse to stop and take in the view.
Looking around it was a clear crisp day and the landscape was glorious with snow on the tops of many of the Lakeland hills. The higher we reached the more the view of the estuary opened up. Green fields, the great expanse of sand stretching out to the sea. The flat marsh ground and flooded fields sliced in half by the railway line. Patchwork fields with hedgerows all neatly trimmed and stone walls which go on for miles.
I collect red berries, the last ones clinging on to the thorny branches and some from the ground. They are dark and withered, skin worn with time, weathered with marks and blemishes. Whatever their condition all placed in my jacket pocket.
We climb up to the wooden gate, such a steep gradient and the real test of the walk. The minute we entered the moor the wind tore through the air and chilled you to the very core. Taking shelter behind the old wall it was hoods up, zips pulled up tight, and scarves and gloves closing every possible gap to protect us from this bitterly cold east wind. Water trickled alongside the wall, fat squashy cushions of moss sank under our feet. Then the very simple act of peeling the skin from my banana, the smell and the taste, instantly gave me a renewed energy to face the long path to the top.
I saw a small black shape, it was a dead beetle turned upside down with his legs in the air. In my hand I examined it, I remembered an empty throat lozenger box in my pocket, the perfect little space for the beetle as I carried him home. It was a wild place to be, no shelter from the wind but the views were well worth every step it took along that upward path.
It was a day I will remember for many reasons. A feather, an oak leaf, a black beetle, sycamore seeds, a single red rosehip, Hawthorne berries and a little curled up piece of bracken and a little blue and white piece of China which never joined the page in the end.
Talking of blue.
The first snow on Thursday and this was the view as I opened the curtains.
A deeper blue sunset sky as the dark clouds gather. It was such a clear night sky and stars filled the sky and sparkled. It was so beautiful I opened the window to see and the icy cold air made my teeth chatter, but it was worth it to see how small and insignificant we are in this vast universe.
So as I look forward to 2016 I hope to record my finds on the pages of this new book. Little collections of objects that mean something to me as I wander along this journey of life and tell my story to anyone who would like to listen. And when you see a rainbow, it is always worth stopping and enjoying the moment because once it's gone it's gone.
Thank you for visiting and for your lovely comments which I always enjoy reading. Hope everyone is keeping warm. It is snowing here and feeling chilly so sitting by our cosy wood burner. See you soon. Millyx
Page one 2016.
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