online: 29 july 2006
modified: 27, 29, 30 july 2006

25 july 2006 in the shade


10:15 ...walking in the morning, for once...

...avoiding sun, i keep to the shadows and come to a field of summery growth, wild flowers and grasses... absorbing and transforming sunshine (and soil and water) into vegetation: thistles, some with purple flowers, some already turned into fluffy seed-parachutes, many types of grasses, campion, a yellow flower i cannot name, some already dried dock flowers, brambles growing amongst the roots of the tall grasses... and now i come to a large patch of 'invasive' thistles with all their flowers turned to fluff (some of it flying), butterflies, a patch of nettles... and now back into the shadows of the trees...

...i called at the skin clinic for a six-monthly check-up, the ostensible purpose of this walk... the doctor, who has been 'saving my skin' for nearly 24 years, told me that she is retiring and this is the last time she will be seeing me, unless we meet on the heath... 'at least we've both survived,' she said, 'and that is an achievement!'... i will be sorry not to receive her skilful attention any more...



12:42 ...after a picnic lunch leaning against an oak tree in a small clearing which is roofed over with the branches of surrounding trees... strong sunlight, shining through, reaches about one third of the leaves of small trees that are surviving, even thriving, in the reduced daylight of the clearing.... one beech tree beside me has reached a height of about 3 metres and its longest branches, which grow out horizontally, are about 1 metre long...

...as i lie here after lunch i feel as if i will never leave this quiet spot, as if i am on holiday, as if this is now my home... i didn't bring my watch and i feel no sense of hurry, only a wish to continue resting, digesting, observing, and slowly writing whatever words appear, and sound, in these written thoughts that may embody something of the indescribable complexity of this place, or any other...

...while walking to my next stopping point i went down a newly cleared valley to see if there is any water in the stream... there wasn't any water, only sludge... turning round to look at the willows, birches, brambles and reeds i saw a blackbird that was standing on a low branch... it seemed unnaturally still, as if it didn't want to, or couldn't, fly away... i stood still for perhaps 10 minutes to see if it would move, but it didn't... soon after i saw it again from the footpath... it was still there on the same branch, moving only its head... (was it ill? ...there's no hospital for birds)

... on the seat overlooking a wooded valley... eventually i felt like walking and am gradually retracing the route i took this morning, keeping in shadow (to protect my vulnerable skin)... at this location i lay on the seat and almost slept as i watched butterflies moving about in a patch of tall grasses and dock... i've been here for perhaps an hour and almost no one has passed... i'm enjoying the feeling of good fortune to be free and at ease while others are at work (in this heat) poor things...

...during a long slow walk in the afternoon heat i turned along a narrow forest path that i'd never walked before... after a minute or so i surprised a naked man and a perhaps-about-to-be naked woman... he covered his genitals and neither of them spoke... as i walked on i half turned to apologise for disturbing them... i wish them well and was pleased to see the human animal in nature without clothes...




...continuing 'a day on the heath' i've reached the view towards the hills of north London from the Heath Extension... where i lay on a seat and nearly slept in the shade of another oak tree... as i write there is a welcome breeze from the south and occasional clouds... the scene before me is a typical English landscape of fields, bushy trees, brick houses with 18th century windows of small panes, and a church spire in the distance... and all of it framed by the leaves and branches of the oak above me... it looks changeless but there may well be big changes approaching for this place, or any...



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