Somerset beauty

Seeing beauty whilst walking is my favourite ritual of nature…

It is not difficult to find beauty where I live. A brief walk down the road, early this morning with Jumble, the dog, opened out into the transcendent splendour of the Hawk of Morning’s golden-winged rising, then riding the roseate clouds left in his wake. It brought the sun-etched loveliness of a local weir, the large man-made mole hills dotting a field and the nervous sheep rushing in a riot of wool to eat their breakfast.

The loveliness of landscape soothes and touches me, as it always has. In times of nervous exhaustion, sadness and fear, such as now, it is always there, a sweet benison, the honey of reassurance and fresh hope.











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