On the surface, today’s wander along the
cliffs was quiet and calm with just the sound of waves gently touching the
rocks. There was a breeze floating through the trees but it barely rustled the
leaves and certainly didn’t worry the Squirrels the birds. Every now and again the
sound of a motor broke the stillness and a boat cut through the water leaving a
scar that stayed visible far longer than the boat. When you become accustomed
to the quiet you not only hear more but you also see more. Something deep inside,
some age-old talent that becomes lost during a normal day, seems to awaken and helps
to focus the mind. Not far from me, keeping an eye on everything that moved,
was a Peregrine using senses similar to mine but so far advanced that I cannot
even begin to imagine them. I watched her for a while and wondered what she could
hear, what she could see and how her life differs from mine. It was hard to
look away but the dogs became restless and so it was time to move on, but
sometimes those extra quiet times on an extra quiet walk are pretty good.
2 comments:
Hello Julian
I've just been enjoying your wonderful photos, especially the ones of the falcon and of Old Harry. Next time we're in Swanage Angela and I will look in at the Gallery to see more.
Thank you so much for the walk yesterday - and for the extra help on the steepest part, and the lift up from Tynham. I'd never have seen such wonderful places without it!
Frances Usher
Frances it was an absolute pleaseure having your company yesterday, you are more than welcome to join me on any of my walks. Hope to see you soon.
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