Peregrines and Peacocks
18th April 2014
Harter Fell and Green Crag
It is Easter and Good Friday. The Lakes is obviously busy. I have spent many Easters as a tourist in the district, so it would be hypocritical for me to criticise. This day, it's experience and it's links to memory, combined with wonderful sun bathed weather, catalysis strong memories of those past visits. The days are longer, the mountains bathed in a sunlight seem to hold time, where you are in today, tomorrow and yesterday all at once. Looking up at a seemingly mythical landscape, where the horizon dissolves into an ochre glow, you are held, balanced on the edge of this world and that other. The other where things were and could be.
To avoid the busy spots I stayed local and walked around the headland of Duddon. This western dale is far off the normal tourist trail. This meant I had a very quiet and peaceful day, which, by coincident, meant I better experienced the locale and came to know the area with a more intimate understanding.
Today could be characterised by Peacocks and Peregrines. I saw both, but it is not that I just saw both, but because their contrast epitomise the experience between different types of beauty. Overt colour and only living for a day as opposed to a lethal a predator, hunting. Both demonstrating amazing flying skills, both trying to find a mate, both full of the need for life, both full of that expectant excited behaviour that comes with spring. The spring feeling reflected in human behaviour on this weekend.
It is Easter and Good Friday. The Lakes is obviously busy. I have spent many Easters as a tourist in the district, so it would be hypocritical for me to criticise. This day, it's experience and it's links to memory, combined with wonderful sun bathed weather, catalysis strong memories of those past visits. The days are longer, the mountains bathed in a sunlight seem to hold time, where you are in today, tomorrow and yesterday all at once. Looking up at a seemingly mythical landscape, where the horizon dissolves into an ochre glow, you are held, balanced on the edge of this world and that other. The other where things were and could be.
To avoid the busy spots I stayed local and walked around the headland of Duddon. This western dale is far off the normal tourist trail. This meant I had a very quiet and peaceful day, which, by coincident, meant I better experienced the locale and came to know the area with a more intimate understanding.
Today could be characterised by Peacocks and Peregrines. I saw both, but it is not that I just saw both, but because their contrast epitomise the experience between different types of beauty. Overt colour and only living for a day as opposed to a lethal a predator, hunting. Both demonstrating amazing flying skills, both trying to find a mate, both full of the need for life, both full of that expectant excited behaviour that comes with spring. The spring feeling reflected in human behaviour on this weekend.