Maybe it's the Head's geographical nature, it's position in the bay, maybe there's another mechanism of transformation in action that I'm not aware of. Though the sandy beach, which covers the entire bay from the harbour mouth at Sandbanks is replaced by pebbles where Head rises and then peter out, becoming sandy again, towards the Head's end. What ever it is, the nature of the pebbles beach below the sandy cliffs is amazingly fluid, it's like living art, a shape shifter, and it can change form day to day. Currently the pebbles, already formed into a bank, have been pushed further back towards and up the cliff face into a narrow steep sided bank high above the sea. At a couple of points where the bank pushes against jutting cliff, weakening it and making it so narrow that it's barely there, it has succumbed to the rasping waves. It can feel wild and isolated out here sometimes (even though it's far from) with an wisp of danger, this morning was like that. We took a different route back, I didn't want Geoff going into the sea here, the waves would have potentially rolled him. That's not to say it we poor walking, on the contrary, it was an energizing walk.
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Monday, 9 March 2020
Saturday, 26 November 2016
Marker?
I needed some air today, though it was one of those walks where you walk with a thick frown on your face, wondering when you'll learn that drinking too much on an empty stomach is a mistake, and trying walk off the horrible way you now feel. Immersing myself in the forest I hoped to take my mind of my woes. I've mentioned before that when you immerse yourself in your walk, immerse yourself in the landscape you're walking through you start to see more. And when you walk a landscape long enough you'll notice anything out of place. Walking through the tall majestic beech of Church Moor this afternoon my eye was caught by a pile of stones amongst the leaf litter at the base of one of the beech. You get plenty of piles of stones in the forest, after all, the forest overlays gravels, sands and clays. But, this pile looked out of place. As I walked over I saw stones of colours and types which were alien to those found locally. There were quartz, and lots of rounded pebbles amongst others. I can only assume that they had been placed here on purpose; a marker or memorial most likely. A special spot to someone, imbued with meaning.
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Beech,
bolderwood,
Church Moor,
New Forest,
pebbles
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