Coastaljames
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There is next to nothing spooky or interesting about this thread.
Thought I would share.
On Saturday night I begin to have an urge to, in the morning, take myself out to visit an RSPB nature reserve. I sometimes think about this place as it is meant to be very beautiful. I am always suprised I've never been there because it is within a half hour drive from me and I am very familiar and enjoy the countryside around me. Anyway - an urge to go. I set off, alone.
Hot day, hot in the car, sticky. I hate being hot and sticky in the car. Followed the sat nav route to the nature reserve. Going deep into a very rural area I have not explored much at all. Enjoying the views and the sights. Come across a turning I have to take...road closed. Bugger. Ok...so...make a plan to reroute...carry on. Getting very close to the reserve, when - another road is closed. I figure out if I can just park there and walk on but whole roads looks closed to pedestrians as well as cars.
Oh well. I'm kinda hot, sticky and annoyed now. Figure, sod it, I'll go home. Don't want to waste any more time. So, begin driving back in the direction of home. Lots of big recently ploughed fields, quite beautiful. Except I'm hot and annoyed and feel I've failed. As I drive along side on large field in the sunshine I spot two hares in the fields and they are boxing! I love hares with a passion, and I am very aware of their magical connotations. So I pull over to watch them, I've never seen hares box before. Fantastic!! I watch for about 5 minutes before they both scarper. Great stuff.
So, I turn to get in my car and across the road I see what appears to be an entrance to some woods. I go to look. I see there is a sign indicating it's a wood you can enter and walk in. So I do. I have never been in these woods, never knew of them and, at that time - I didn't even know where there were or what they were called.
I enter and the whole woods are literally carpeted with bluebells. Absolutely stunning. I have visited many bluebell woods before but this was by far the most stunning! Everywhere you look, carpets of blue. All the way through the woods not just in patches. The whole area is beautiful. Verdant green leaves on the trees, like a canopy, bright green from the sun coming through them, area below bathed in green light with this beautiful blue carpeting. I felt very far away from anywhere else. Otherworldy. I went deeper into the forest.
And deeper. Walking for about half an hour. I don't know where I'm going or paying any attention to which route I took in (which might be useful in regards getting out). I'm just pushing in deeper, loving what I'm seeing. Taking pictures, as I like to do. I may well be able to post some here later.
Anyway. I don't want to make more of it than it was. It was a beautiful walk in a beautiful place. All apparently random. But maybe not.
After about an hour I'm thinking about how to get back to the car. Not too sure but not too concerned. I try a few routes and they don't work out, I try a few more and one does. Makes sense. I have a good sense of direction. So I'm on the right track, pretty sure, forest thins. I can actually see my car parked now, through the trees. So I walk parallel to it. Walking to it. As I walk I look across a clearing. On a tree stump is a small cardboard box. About the size of a box of tea. I go over to it and look at it. It's been there a while, some rain damage, bit tattered. It has an address on it. I decide instinctively that I don't want to read the address. I open the box and look in. A small handwitten note. I read it. What I read does not matter. It was not for me and it was not for you. It was very personal. A snapshot of someone's need for something. A prayer. A spell.
I put the note back in the box. I thought about taking a photo of it and/or the box and immediately felt instinctively repulsed by it. I walked to the car and left.
Thought I would share.
On Saturday night I begin to have an urge to, in the morning, take myself out to visit an RSPB nature reserve. I sometimes think about this place as it is meant to be very beautiful. I am always suprised I've never been there because it is within a half hour drive from me and I am very familiar and enjoy the countryside around me. Anyway - an urge to go. I set off, alone.
Hot day, hot in the car, sticky. I hate being hot and sticky in the car. Followed the sat nav route to the nature reserve. Going deep into a very rural area I have not explored much at all. Enjoying the views and the sights. Come across a turning I have to take...road closed. Bugger. Ok...so...make a plan to reroute...carry on. Getting very close to the reserve, when - another road is closed. I figure out if I can just park there and walk on but whole roads looks closed to pedestrians as well as cars.
Oh well. I'm kinda hot, sticky and annoyed now. Figure, sod it, I'll go home. Don't want to waste any more time. So, begin driving back in the direction of home. Lots of big recently ploughed fields, quite beautiful. Except I'm hot and annoyed and feel I've failed. As I drive along side on large field in the sunshine I spot two hares in the fields and they are boxing! I love hares with a passion, and I am very aware of their magical connotations. So I pull over to watch them, I've never seen hares box before. Fantastic!! I watch for about 5 minutes before they both scarper. Great stuff.
So, I turn to get in my car and across the road I see what appears to be an entrance to some woods. I go to look. I see there is a sign indicating it's a wood you can enter and walk in. So I do. I have never been in these woods, never knew of them and, at that time - I didn't even know where there were or what they were called.
I enter and the whole woods are literally carpeted with bluebells. Absolutely stunning. I have visited many bluebell woods before but this was by far the most stunning! Everywhere you look, carpets of blue. All the way through the woods not just in patches. The whole area is beautiful. Verdant green leaves on the trees, like a canopy, bright green from the sun coming through them, area below bathed in green light with this beautiful blue carpeting. I felt very far away from anywhere else. Otherworldy. I went deeper into the forest.
And deeper. Walking for about half an hour. I don't know where I'm going or paying any attention to which route I took in (which might be useful in regards getting out). I'm just pushing in deeper, loving what I'm seeing. Taking pictures, as I like to do. I may well be able to post some here later.
Anyway. I don't want to make more of it than it was. It was a beautiful walk in a beautiful place. All apparently random. But maybe not.
After about an hour I'm thinking about how to get back to the car. Not too sure but not too concerned. I try a few routes and they don't work out, I try a few more and one does. Makes sense. I have a good sense of direction. So I'm on the right track, pretty sure, forest thins. I can actually see my car parked now, through the trees. So I walk parallel to it. Walking to it. As I walk I look across a clearing. On a tree stump is a small cardboard box. About the size of a box of tea. I go over to it and look at it. It's been there a while, some rain damage, bit tattered. It has an address on it. I decide instinctively that I don't want to read the address. I open the box and look in. A small handwitten note. I read it. What I read does not matter. It was not for me and it was not for you. It was very personal. A snapshot of someone's need for something. A prayer. A spell.
I put the note back in the box. I thought about taking a photo of it and/or the box and immediately felt instinctively repulsed by it. I walked to the car and left.
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