A stranger in a strange stand. A radiant young beech shines alone,
cloaked in her autumn tints amongst a stand of dour oaks reluctant to accept
the coming fall.
IF YOU GO DOWN TO THE WOODS TODAY....
Journeys through the New Forest
Wednesday 30 October 2024
Monday 28 October 2024
Sunday 27 October 2024
Purbeck
A walk in Purbeck, along the Jurassic Coast, our first World Heritage
Site, a landscape of natural wonders, and a
memory repository of countless Sundays exploring, of adventures, not
always undertaken safely nor in appropriate conditions if truth were
known. Since the early 80's Purbeck has been a place that has called to
us, so many memories of days roaming its' wild landscape with dear
friends. A treasure trove of fond memories. Walking those same coastal paths this
morning, scrambling amongst boulders and scaling slides with one of those dear friends was a welcome exercise in timelessness.
Labels:
coast,
Isle of Purbeck,
Jurassic coast,
Purbeck
Houns Tout
I'd seen that the coastal path down from Houns Tout
to Chapmans' Pool
was closed back at the Summer Solstice, though this is the first time
I've seen the landslide that caused it. Hell of a slide. A whole section
of the cliff has gone, the coastal path with it, slumped towards the
shore. In time the fences will be moved a few meters inland and a new
path established, for now though it's a fair detour inland from Houns
Tout to Kingston and then seaward again to Chapmans' Pool. Nice though.
The Purbeck coast is in flux. It was ever thus.
Saturday 26 October 2024
Low Vol.1: The Delirium of Hope
Man! What a stellar graphic. Low, Volume one: The Delirium of Hope collects issues 1-6. Old now, the original comic run began back in
2014,
new to me though. Masterfully written by one of the genres finest
scribes Rick Remender, it's a hell of a tale. The main protagonist is a
die-hard optimist in a world which really doesn't warrant it. Set on a
future Earth being slowly consumed by our expanding Sun, and with humanity
reduced to a handful of great cities deep in the oceans, searching the
stars for hope, waiting for a reply. A dystopian world, where humanity
has lost itself as
it lost hope, drifting into baseness. Spoiler, it's not full of
laughs, it's a gritty, brutal tale of a clock ticking, and of hope keep
getting a kicking and getting up again smiling, well, not smiling.
Perfectly paced prose coupled with phenomenal illustration drive a
captivating story. The
art of Greg Tocchini is something else. At first a little disorientating
due to the busyness of the panels and freeness of style, but
once attuned, wow, gorgeous lines,
dynamic and expressive, and a wonderful palette and use of colour.
Tocchinis' panels are sensational. Such a good read.
Tuesday 22 October 2024
Monday 21 October 2024
Jewelled webs
The astounding levels of productivity shown by the forests' spiders never
ceases to amaze me. The gorse were again festooned in their bejewelled
gossamer creations this morning.
Sunday 20 October 2024
Friday 18 October 2024
Thursday 17 October 2024
Wednesday 16 October 2024
In a rut
The roars of stags showing off echo through the forest, a show of
dominance, we hear him long before we can see him. Strutting around his
well established rutting ground, a fair harem around him, he's alert for
any challengers, he needs to be, it's a winner takes all game.
Labels:
Deer,
does,
New Forest,
Rhinefield House,
Rhinefield sandy's,
rutting,
stags
Monday 14 October 2024
Mythago Wood
I've just finished reading Robert Holdstocks' Mythago Wood for the umpteenth time, and it's star remains undimmed. Man, I love this book. I can't recommend it highly enough. Holdstock deftly weaves threads of reality and fantasy, between threads of archaeology, history, and folklore into a compelling
tale, brooding and atmospheric. With characters that are believable,
well developed, with dimension and depth, complicated; and a world that
is at once wholly recognisable and fantastical. Beautifully written he masterfully evokes the atmosphere of
the wild wood, and the magic of a
landscaped soaked in history,
monument, and lore. Ryhope
Wood is a timeless English wood, a remnant of the original wild wood
that once covered this post glacial isle, it ignores all natural laws
and defies reality. A landscape where the genesis of
myths are formed, become flesh, live out
their stories and regenerate for changing times; Mythagos, variants of timeless archetypes roam the woods. The Huxleys' home sits within the influence of this mysterious wood, a family beguiled by a wild beauty and the magic of Ryhope Wood, who end up consumed by both in a pursuit back through time, ancient stands and stories. The potency and purpose of myth and story, their cultural importance, are explored; how stories shape our lives and our experience of the world. Our ancestors lived in a world of magical phenomena and mythical characters, an oral world, a world shaped by stories. Through the magic of Ryhope Wood I feel Holdstock
encourages the reader to experience woods differently, through an awareness of
the magic that surrounds us, and to be open to it.