online: 30 october 2016
modified: 30 october 2016
30 october 2016 highest point in
mist...
still conscious of seasonal change... can see no further than say 200
metres... in the extreme beauty of mist pervading all closer distances
to varying degrees... and hearing a squealing emergency vehicle on the
road behind this seat... against the slow crawling semi-quiet of the
other vehicles... and equally aware of swiftly darkening sky... and of a
1mm insect flying airily in complex path in and around my busy writing
finger... and also the pervasive but not yet flowing thoughts of text of
daffodil 103... not yet complete but more interested now in these very
words... and the 'beauty' all around... though air is cold and damp... and
the sky is darkening quickly...
...i pause to give some time and attention to the surrounding scene...
at which Hal arrives unexpectedly with his dogs... he's in a hurry as usual... tells
me he has to move some musical equipment... 'let's talk next time i'm
here' he says... and dashes off...
...how fortunate that i changed route to come here for view... having
got on the wrong bus (the right one would have taken me to the viewpoint
number 3 not 5)... now nearly dark beyond 10 metres... so quite soon off
i go... much enlivened after days of slow indoor efforts to
write this part of daffodil 103... (still writing as fast as finger and brain
can do)...
...and as i entered the bus who should emerge from it but 'the lady with
dogs'... (who i have not seen on the heath for several months)...
...and now... back from the heath... and listening on radio to the slow
tunes of Gaelic psalm-singing of the (modern) Scottish Islanders...
(formerly threatened by
landlords who were driving people off the land and forcing
emigration to the cities or to America... this is what Oliver Goldsmith
was writing against... in the eighteenth century)... now being revived by
modern migrations... are people
singing in such ways
in the 'jungle' migrant camps of people trying to come to live in the
prosperous states of northern europe...
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