The rural rights of way in England often cut through fields and meadows, and are usually just a gap in the crops to indicate where to walk (see bottom left of photograph above for example). From the lanes it looks as though you are just standing in the middle of a crop. So… I have taken to assuming various scarecrow poses and
freezing whenever I hear a vehicle approaching. It’s great fun because sometimes I can see the vehicle swerve wildly when they see me suddenly wave, change pose or start to walk towards them with that certain dead-eyed zombie/killer/nutcase expression on my face and arms outstretched. It helps that I dress like a tramp and often have straw tucked where straw ought not to be.
This morning’s walk was taken at six a.m. of the o’sundial when the day was still confused and not properly begun in meteorological terms. The only sentient life I met was the trees and the sheep. Sometimes on a walk I plot (storylines, not so much revolutions) and sometimes I just disengage the old brain-gland and simply gawp at the clouds and the sheer rolling brilliance of England.
When in the middle of nowhere in particular, with no road-traffic noise, no air-craft overhead (this area is directly under a commercial and military air-traffic route) it’s possible to forget the time altogether. Not so much what time of day, more what century or even geologic period it might be. Who stomped around the same land before me, also swearing at sparrows? Am I walking exactly in the footsteps of some black-clad Victorian, some smelly Elizabethan (the first lot; from Elizabeth One) or am I sharing a route with some European who had strolled across Doggerland before the current North Sea formed? Time is the only dimension separating us all. A tiny blip in the fabric of time and we might bump into one another.
:Lovely blog. Although I’ve never visited Lincolnshire, it made feel nostalgic for England. I have lived in Spain for the last 15 years. Even though it is hot at the moment, I wouldn’t change Spain for England – too cold on the whole. I appreciate that you wouldn’t have such wonderful pictures, as shown on your blog, if the temperatures were high as Spain.
Thank you! I am one of those peculiar people who was built for winter – anything over 60F and I’m done for! England is a country full of people carrying inappropriate clothing around with them on the offchance, because as you know, the seasons can change from one ten minutes to the next. Hope you’re having a brilliant time in Spain!
Wow what wonderful thoughts you have, I am just forever being amazed at where ones brain and thoughts take us ..brilliant and the scarecrow, I can just image the faces thank you for making me smile on this very grey morning 🙂
Lovely post! Good to know there are still such quiet moments and places in England.
Morning strolls are time machines.
What lovely place to wander.
I love the sense of trodding the same earthen paths through the centuries. The fine lines of time do tend to blur or collapse. Wonderful post.
Sometimes, when there’s absolutely no other human sounds or signs around, it’s easy to get lost in time and to have to check myself, my clothing and the contents of my pockets to return myself to the twenty-first century! I wonder who else will walk a similar path in centuries to come and whether they will think of someone from history, such as me, having preceded them. Time is a weird and wonderful thing. 😉
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How wonderful that you get lost in time and have to physically reconnect to the “present.” It’s disorienting to be sure.
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A’musings’ from my old friend Ian Hutson 😀
Cheers, Muskie! It is such luxury to be back on properly-hosted WordPress again, I can’t believe a., that it’s not butter and b., that I didn’t change back sooner! Thank you!
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Glad to have you back where we can find you Ian 👍
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