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Showing articles in category "journey"
30/06/2021
15/01/2019
Sense of Here - beginning a new project
A quick post to announce the beginning of a new project - walks, camps, art in the landscape and an evolving digital map ...
19/09/2018
Out of my element/ shooting from (un)stable ground
Rob knows he feels unsettled at sea - yet was drawn to a sailing trip to encounter the land from the sea, and discover, along the way, what he was inclined to focus on with his large format camera.
09/09/2018
Being all at sea
Ten days of sailing along Scotland’s northwest coast, past the Torridonian giants of Stac Pollaidh, Suilven and Quinag, and into and out of lochs with sheltered bays for quiet nights. The scenery here is not just jaw-droppingly beautiful, it’s also one of the richest landscapes, in geological terms, on the planet.
22/07/2018
How Big Is Here?
Where are the edges and just how big does 'here' feel? Thoughts about this bubbled up during our 7-day midsummer walk ...
04/07/2018
Treading the spaces in between
Seven days and nights feeling and reading the land- walking the spaces between the treefold poem in Cumbria.
15/03/2016
The Power of The Pause
What good does it do to sit in a tree? Or to lie on a slab of rock and watch the clouds? Can there really be any point if you’re, well, just sitting in a tree with no particular point in mind?
23/02/2016
Getting to know the trees
It is beginning. We both felt it, but didn't talk about it until after we had come out of the valley. We walked back from the Langstrath Birch long after the sun had set and the moon had sunk below the horizon, picking our way along the stony footpath by the light of our head torches.
01/02/2016
5, 5 & 5 on the 555
A journey on the 555 bus to the road block between Grasmere and Thirlmere, and back again, via five pubs ... an unusual kind of a journey.
24/01/2016
Three dawns in one day
The five of us began our walk in the thickness of night. The sky was the darkest of blues - perhaps the colour of ocean depths.
11/01/2016
Reflections on a year gone and a year to come
To mark the beginning of a new year we thought we'd take a moment to reflect on somewhere-nowhere's year in 2015 and to look forwards. If you've missed any of the highlights (mountains, meadows, wandering poems, mavericks ...), or want to find out more about what's coming up, read on. There are exciting times ahead.
24/08/2015
On Celestial horses
I asked how long Elyaman had been riding. After a short exchange with the interpreter, he broke into a broad grin and held his hand about two feet above the trampled grass. Then, with a big laugh, he raised two fingers. I may not understand any words of the Kazakh language but I got the message.
27/07/2015
Blinded by the Bolivian light.
The land climbs abruptly away from the flat east, up, up, up from the myriad greens via intensely folded valleys to an average height of 4000 breathless metres. And then rapidly returns to being flat again. Up here where the parched earth is peppered with snow-covered volcanoes, thousands of lamas roam unfettered across a vast open space.
22/02/2015
Time for Walking
From the first step of a walk time is redefined. It passes in glimpses: shards of grass, bare winter trees, limp burnished bracken, sky. Its pulse is the rhythm of footfall, the come-and-go of breeze nudged in from the sea, our breath. We walk through the present, and the sun follows its usual arc through the sky, but Greenwich Mean Time is from another world where counting and figures follow rigid laws ...
28/10/2013
Heaven, or Hell? Up close to the world’s third highest peak.
" Whether we regard our situation as heaven or hell depends on our perception. "
That quote resonated with me just a week ago whilst camped in deep snow below the world’s third highest peak, Kanchenjunga. I was coming at the peak from the west, on the Nepali side. To the east lay the Sikkim region of India, to the north Tibet. It had been a tough few days, a typhoon over the Bay of Bengal had brought three days of heavy rain in the valley below and a lot of snow
05/06/2013
The sun sets on our life in Dent
Life moves in a series of daybreaks and nightfalls, shadows shifting, clouds drifting. Doors open, doors close. We follow one road and not another, enter a forest maybe, or climb a bare-backed hill. Each and every path we take, however many times it might have been trodden by others before us, is a singular, distinct journey in time and space, captured in light and shade, sound and scent, blended with thoughts and moods in an unrepeatable way.
29/05/2013
What life is there in death?
Dent has been released from the grip of winter. After a few false starts Spring has finally arrived. The leaves on the sycamore and rowan are luminous, the sky is blue, the water in the river is low.
07/04/2013
River Stones
I stop beside one pool where the rock has been worn away and an unlikely three-petalled aperture appears between water and sky. Beneath it, the water is golden yellow, reflecting the leafless trees inside this shape, like a church window with burnished stained glass.