Once home from our holidays, I had to get out again, up on to the moor;
much as I enjoy the Devon scenery, after a while I find the narrow high sided lanes and wooded paths a bit claustrophobic, so for me it’s always good to get back to my ‘uphill’ world, this landscape feels so right.
The heather is in full bloom and the bees working it made much more amiable companions than the grumpy wasps on the beach last week, aren’t bees amazing? they do their little waggle dance and make a bee line for the heather, pollinate the flowers, harvest the nectar and whiz off back to their hives, we humans we think we are so clever, we’re so wrong.
There are still some winberries ( bilberries or blaeberries depending on the ‘local’ name) around, although you would have to be determined to find enough for a pie
I spent a good while up here, waiting for the clouds to thin out and give me the shot I had in mind, but it wasn’t to be and it really didn’t matter, I can come back another day. But I realised whilst I was waiting, that from here I could see four of the five houses I have ever lived in, including the one I was born in. And here is just so me; as the Scots say, it’s not ‘where I stay, but where I belong.’
It brought to mind a conversation I had with an elderly lady, I asked her if her husband had been born in the village ‘Yes’ she replied ‘although he was more quarried from it, than born in it.’ I think I now know what she means.
I have a strange sense of home, born in Lancashire, gew up in Suffolk and moved around loads between uni and settling up here…………… even after all this moving Scotland is definitely HOME.
Lovely photographs, and I understand what you mean about the hemmed in lanes down in Devon and Cornwall from childhood holidays. I get a similar sense of “belonging in different countryside” in Virginia, where although the world is American B-I-G with roads that run on forever the horizon is frequently only a few hundred feet away, at the most a few miles due to much of my part of Virginia being heavily wooded. So on my return home earlier in the month I did a similar walk to yours and went and found a suitable view of rolling hills… http://www.flickr.com/photos/projectedimages/2755259274/
It is views like this that keep you sane!
They are such wonderful views,it really is a big sky landscape! xx
I love that – four of the five houses you have ever lived in. Amazing! I used to be able to spot one of my houses from far away and from almost every point of the compass. That was always a thrill, but four houses at the same time…. means you have really put down roots. Now, I wonder, have you thought where you would like your ashes or body to rest when you die? That spot where you took this photo seems perfect to me. Not for a long time yet though!
heather in bloom sounds so mysterious, romantic, other-worldly to me.
Funny that. B just, this very minute, brought me a plate of blueberry flan – the first one of our home-grown blueberries. Scrumptious!
Those long views are so beautiful. Remember ol’ John Denver “Comin home to place he’d never been before”? Looking at your pictures makes me feel a bit like that… I hope one day to visit your part of the world, although I have a feeling I might want to stay. And the heather! Words fail (almost)
Heathcliff? Heathcliff? It’s me, your Kathy, I’ve come home… so cold, let me into your window…