Finding solace in nature
I enjoyed a wonderful four-and-a-half hour walk through Hardcastle Crags on Thursday, totally on my own for all that time apart from catching sight of the occasional person out doing just the same as me, appreciating the incredible beauty of the forest and the healing peace and quiet, which was only occasionally broken by bird calls, chittering squirrels and the rumbling conversations of rivers and streams. All of which were welcome, and could hardly be described as intrusions upon my grief.
Drusilla’s sudden and unexpected death on Monday hit me incredibly hard, and the stone in my belly that first grew that fateful afternoon has yet to reduce in size, let alone go away. I decided, in an effort to clear some head-space and commune with the Divine as expressed through nature, to head to Hardcastle Crags all on my own-some because it’s one of my all-time favourite wildernesses that I have visited to date in Great Britain. On this island we have many wonderful countryside views, from the farthest reaches of Scotland down to Cornwall and Devon, but Yorkshire is a colossal county where I find the greatest variation in landscapes and textures, complimented by stone dwellings and old mills that speak of harder, yet more determined, times gone by.
tags: alone, bereavement, countryside, grief, Hardcastle Crags, nature, photos, Yorkshire
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