Uphilldowndale

Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Into the Void

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We spent most of yesterday swathed in fog, given the lying snow it made the boundaries between earth and sky a bit fudged. As illustrated by a couple of runners, up at one of my favourite places.White out -1

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Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

16 thoughts on “Into the Void

  1. Eerie.

    Fog is bad enough in town but in open country… Those chaps must be very confident that they know their way around.

    Mind you, you wouldn’t catch me out running in any weather.

    Oh well, sometimes, just for the bus.

  2. Running in those conditions? Are they insane? You don’t know what is underneath the snow: solid ground or a boulder or a deep crack. Why risk it?

  3. What a terrific, alien like, picture! xx

  4. Ah. A fourth point of view. I can understand the impulse to get out in it. I’d be walking, of course, but I’d also be trying to govern two bouncy dogs, which carries its own risk. It’s good to be in the world on its own terms. Good, too, to come back inside for a warm fire and excellent treats. (There, um, were treats after, weren’t there?)

    • Sometimes, I will confess, if I set out with photography in mind, Spud has to stay at home… Poor Spud.
      We seem to be lacking in treats, there are two options, I bake or I go to the shops.

    • All the best fell races have a feast afterwards – actually they’re not usually called feasts, but home-made soup and bread followed by delicious cakes are not uncommon, particularly at this time of year. Running for a few miles around the hills justifies the consumption of all sorts of treats doesn’t it?

  5. So much fog!
    It confirms what I learned in school: In England it is almost always foggy!

  6. I love fog. Not to drive in though. Looks like the perfect way to spend some time in your head :)

  7. Am I the only one who can almost hear the Hound of the Baskervilles howling? Beyond eerie.

  8. Pingback: Spud on Sunday Part LVIII | Uphilldowndale

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