Showing posts with label peace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label peace. Show all posts

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

Is a little peace too much to ask....?

You know you are living in a city when the area is never quiet.... In fact I thought I was living in a quiet neighbourhood, but it seems you can be wrong! Being the summer, the air is filled with the noise of screaming..
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SWIFTS!
(Wiki ref and they also feature on a musical track too... see I&T for more information)

Daylight is filled with these wonderful screaming creatures, and sleeping with the window open you wake to them too. I love watching their aerial acrobatics in search of insect prey and the knowledge that they have to drop from a perch to gain flight, they can't just take off from the ground. In fact I have several certainly roosting and possibly nesting in the building opposite, winging their way into a small hole at high speed at dusk. I guess not all the urban noise is artificial.

So off I wander into the countryside at the weekend, for a walk, an explore and possibly some peace and quiet....? Nope, large crickets/Egyptian grasshoppers? fill the air with their churring from trees and reportedly you can hear each one from a couple of kilometres away. Frankly I wouldn't like to comment because every 50 m of so another one is calling from the next tree. The only time they seem to stop is when your presence is perceived and then they are as still as possible to hide their location!

Who said it was hard to observe nature and that you had to get away from it all?
Step outside tomorrow morning and search the air for the sickle-shaped wings and then listen for the screams..


Monday, 1 November 2010

The Return of the Explorer

Dear Readers,

Those of you who read this blog will probably be aware that I returned a week ago from my travels. I have a notebook recording my thoughts, written each evening, thanks to the prodding of an acquaintance before I left. While I could post a standard day-by-day account of my travels, I'll leave it until I see you to provide the details. Instead here I think I'll write about some of my experiences, the odd photograph and recommendations to anyone else trying similar.


Heading for Striding Edge,
Helvellyn

Starting at the beginning, the western highlands of Scotland are a very long way from South Wales! Six hundred plus miles is only 10-12 hours of driving if you keep up a constant speed, but that doesn't take into account the slower roads in the highlands, weather, breaks and how tired you get as a driver, particularly on your own. I spent an afternoon and evening driving up to the Lake District before I slept. The following morning, as forecast, the weather was nicer and I was able to spend half the day climbing Helvellyn and exploring a few of the peaks in the eastern Lake District from Patterdale. It was lovely to stop and an ideal location to have a break.
High Bridge, remains
The afternoon and early evening were again spent driving and I called it a day near Perth. In each case I had had at least one good, long break in motorway services, but still I was exhausted and driving further wasn't sensible. Driving onwards up the A9 and across towards Fort William, I took a rest in Spean Bridge and a walk down to General Wade's High Bridge crossing Spean Gorge as the water flowing out of the Great Glen makes its way down to Fort William and the sea. The A87 road to the isles is stunning and I became a tourist stopping in a number of locations to take photographs including the iconic Eilean Donan castle at Dornie. By the time I reached accommodation on Skye the majority of a third day had passed. Despite this I had aggravated my knee from driving and it plagued the rest of my trip.
Eilean Donan Castle

The knee - Listen to your body, injuries take time to heal and it is worth resting them completely for a few days to let them get better. Instead I persisted in exploring each day and despite a pair of walking poles my knee complained constantly until I got home and stopped driving. Unfortunately I didn't realise it was the driving and thought it was twisted through walking. Particularly if you are away for a number of days, you Can afford to stop and rest.

Skye's weather - Skye is magical. The weather changes constantly and horizontal rain and gales force winds can moderate by the afternoon to leave a damp atmosphere and plenty of potential for exploring. It was rare for a day to go by with no rain at all, it was October after all!, and I lost count of the number of rainbows I saw. For me the Misty Isle or Winged Isle would be better known as the Rainbow Isle.

The scale - Skye is HUGE. Ignore the fact that it is technically an island and treat it like a county. From the bridge to the top end of Trotternish is over 70 miles, half of it on single-track roads and to try and stay in the middle and explore all over is ludicrous. If you do you'd spend an hour or two each way driving to the place you wanted to visit and use quantities of fuel. As with all the islands fuel is at least 10p more expensive than on the mainland. The scale of Skye means that you may find yourself using a quarter of a tank of fuel each way on some of the longer drives. Be aware, particularly as the garages are not numerous (Portree, Broadford, Dunvegan, possibly Uig)!
I can however recommend treating each region or peninsula independently and basing yourself for a few days exploration, before moving onwards to the next one.

The time of year - October is outside of the main tourist season. Many of the campsites and hostels shut at the end of September, despite the Scottish two week half-term holiday in October! The weather is unpredictable, and you can expect to see autumn, strong winds and the first frosts of the year. Despite that I was blessed with a high pressure system over the island for five days of glorious weather. To my knowledge Uig youth hostel was shut, as was Staffin and Glen Brittle campsite. The tourist information in Portree are able to provide a reasonable list of open and closed places. However Dun Flodigarry hostel (recommended), Kinloch campsite in Dunvegan (very friendly with free hot showers!), Sligachen bunkhouse, the BMC hut in Glen Brittle (for associate/members only) and Ashaig campsite near Broadford (open all year) were all open. The campsite at the Sligachen Hotel was officially closed, but well used by campers and campervans every evening I was there. Facilities, including beer ;), were only available in the nearby hotel. Wild camping appears to be accepted, although pitching late and striking the tent early is probably worthwhile to avoid making your site too obvious. The advantages of October include few people, even on popular walks, few midges and days which are still long enough to do a good days walk in if you get up fairly early.

Macleod's Maidens

The walks - There are numerous really good low levels walks on the island without encountering the Cuillins themselves. A small distinctive green and orange paperback book for under £3 lists 30 of the walks complete with grades and can be used by itself, although a map is recommended. I would particularly recommend a walk out to Idrigill point from Orbost to view Macleod's Maidens, a circuit of the Quiraing, Fairy Pools, Ramasaig and Lorgill (although the climbs are steep) and the Coral beaches near Dunvegan. It is also well worth taking the time to go further than your car-driving tourist who wants to bag the sights in a couple of days.
The Table of the Quiraing
To explore the Table of the Quiraing is spectacular, for instance, and a good circuit can be made from Flodigarry without driving at all. The further you go the more likely you are to see wildlife and I was treated to numerous groups of red deer, sea and golden eagles flying low over my head, otters and many species of birds including a migrating Brent Goose. Magical.

The (black) Cuillin - ... is something else! To someone who is happy to scramble the peaks of Snowdonia and the Lake District happily, the Cuillin ridge is not necessarily hard and the rock is generally firm and grippy gabbro, but unforgiving. There are a number of sections which certainly require rock climbing skills and equipment, and even on the easier scrambles the odd step is encountered which taken the wrong way leaves you shaking. A good guidebook is essential, and a guide wise, to understand which side of the obstacles to turn them. Even then following clear instructions I ended up scrambling up a damp gully on little ledges with a large drop beneath me, down-climbing was not really a pleasant option and continuing scary. Determination succeeded. Anywhere else you can usually find another route from an impasse, but here options are limited by vertical drops on either side. Take care, take great care.
Scree in the Black Cuillin
The Cuillin is also riddled with long steep scree runs, or stone shoots as they are known. These take their toll on knees and a pair of walking poles is recommended. Ascent of these is the classic two steps forward, one step back, while descent is just unbalanced! I would also suggest taking a scrambling rope and rack for the various ridges and to escape from situations. A climbing helmet is also highly advised, particularly for the stone shoots.

All in all I had a great time. I met new people and visited old friends on the way home. I explored many situations and feelings which I had either not encountered at all or not recently. I was able to forget work and the south and become totally absorbed in my surrounds. The result being that I became aware of an active brain once I had visited the friends and reminisced, suggesting that I hadn't actually given it a good break in a very long time! The island is beautiful and I feel that the two weeks I spent there gave me a greater insight into it than most my fellow tourists. Of course I was a tourist, but by going that bit further you can really appreciate the landscape and the situations. Travelling home, with no deadline to be back for was wonderful and I visited friends, three museums and had a walk in the border hills. I can see the attractions of "What shall I do tomorrow" of a road trip, but the constant search for accommodation and planning food takes its toll, as it does on holiday unless you find a base for 3,4,5+ days at a time.

Finally, I feel that I really gained insights into my vehicle. Skye performed beautifully and was very economical, particularly as I was able to experiment along the motorways driving at different speeds and comparing the economy and her behaviour. May she perform healthy and reliable service for many years to come.

The explorer returns, job secured, life restarts. Has anything changed? I think so - my appreciation of life, the universe and everything in it. Live for today, but keep what you value close at hand in case today is the last opportunity you can appreciate it/them.

Au revoir, until next time.

Tuesday, 3 August 2010

Things Desired

To many this poem will be well known, to others it may be the first time they have come across it. A friend sent it  to me yesterday and while some of the lines were familiar, possibly from television dramas(?), most of it was new to me. I really understood a lot of what Max Ehrmann appeared to be saying in Desiderata and went back to it this morning for another read. If you haven't read it before here it is. Enjoy, absorb, think and relax.

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,
even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann, 1926
source http://www.poetseers.org/the_great_poets/misc/desid/

Sunday, 18 April 2010

Sunday Supplement

I stopped in the sun today, on the way to work,
Thinking of poems, in my brain they lurk.
A number of themes came to my head
the remainder unspoken, yet to be said.

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Black Bird on the bough
Robin red, I see him now
Tit of blue, fluttering near,
shows surprise & disappears

Magpie pecking on the lawn,
Carpet of green, closely shorn.
All around, sounds of the wild,
broken only by a small child.

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Long shadow on the page,
A pencil of dark, centre stage.
Book tilted, a strange poise
Sun shining bright & nature's noise.

--

The birds are fluttering, a squirrel to one side
I should be working.. - its for my pride.
Out here the sun shines, for now it can wait
It is Sunday after all, I Can't be late!

Watching that squirrel, creeping around,
Birds still twittering their pretty sound.
The sun is warm and I'm getting hot,
Don't want to burn, protected not.

--
All (c) Martin Lilley 18/4/10

Wednesday, 17 March 2010

Lunch in the gardens

Perched on a tree stump
eating my food,
just what is needed
to lighten the mood.

A break from work
from the papers and stress,
Fresh air and light
sun’s gentle caress.

A fox’s den lies there
with room to expand.
Little earth do I see
- a bank made of sand.

Spring is here,
Plants grow anew
Daffodil and crocus,
Among those on view.

Birds are twittering
amid trees and bush -
to see the Goldcrest
I’ll have to hush.

The stream flows past
my trunk and seat,
At the foot of the bank
Under my feet.

Perched on a tree stump
eating my food,
to rush I’m sure
would be quite rude.

© Martin Lilley 16/3/10

Monday, 8 March 2010

The Worm

A trip to The Worm comes fraught with peril,
be you in Scarpa, Nike or Merrell.
The problem you see comes not from the sky
but the live-giving blood of fish, and fry.
To cross the rocks, they must be clear,
Swim you must not; or Die, I fear.


Coastguards watch close, advice for all
“Come back in good time, or chopper we’ll call”
Rough seas, horses of white
Algae on rocks, black as night
Jellies hidden, somewhere near,
To the South maybe, view unclear.

Peregrine male, whistling past,
just a quick glimpse, going so fast.
Guillimott are here already, thinking of nests
Little ledges and tight corners, for them they're best.
Scavengers are searching for meal of chick,
mobbed by crows plunging like a brick.

Wings flap, waves crash,
eroding the rock, naturally - Smash.
Gulls call, guns fire,
sounds contrasting, may conspire
at the tip of the Worm, mark this wild place
where sun and rain, in turn, sculpt the face.

The Worm it lives, of that I’m sure
–        I’ve seen the breath, heard the snore.
So take a trip to The Worm, with my blessing go
For memorable it will be, in sun or snow.
Some things are natural, we must accept
For memories of this place ‘ere be kept.

© Martin Lilley 2010

Monday, 1 March 2010

A Friend

My friend is a friend
that I don't want to lend.
Bounce, bounce, happy pounce,
Prim & Proper, not a trounce.

So if you not a poodle be,
what in the world do I see?
A friendly face, a happy smile,
a person to walk with many mile.

Friends need a friend,
In sad times and joy,
upon whom to depend
for comfort or decoy.

Near or far, lost of found,
either way; I'll still be around.
As for the future who can tell?
Hopefully, I'll know You well.

© Martin Lilley 2009

Saturday, 27 February 2010

One Soggy Morning

The park is like a river,
continually it flows,
pausing not once,
onward it goes.

Never caring for any man
be they in sandals or boots,
towards the sea it heads
past grass stems and tree roots.

© Martin Lilley 2009

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

Solitude



At moments like this one at Rhossili the other week I really empathise with these surfers.  Peace, space, solitude and a sense of sharing with any companions.  Does everyone need a time like this or is it just me?  I think this is what draws me to the hills, to sea and to islands. To have a chance of being at one with nature - Bliss.