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These are the last days of summer – warm, peaceful, precious. There’s a storm predicted this afternoon but so far you wouldn’t guess it.
I’ve discovered a bit more of the Downs. Black Down, the highest point in the National Park, acquired by the National Trust for all of us.
Traffic can be heard but it’s way out and the cars sound like the wind. It’s an English rarity – no car sounds. Beautiful life. Nature. Nil dystopia. I reflect on my good fortune. Reuniting with Mother Nature.
It’s just me out here, feels like I’ve got the whole place to myself. Out here I feel like a character from Cider With Rosie, that nostalgic portrait of country life gone by. One of my favourite books. Sitting on a grassy mound, dreaming. Chalk paths. Butterflies. Chocolate box hedgerow fields.
I’m up here on the hill, my life’s down in the valley below.
I have never discovered this point, is there a national trust car park? I love your blog, glad I’ve discovered you, some great local inspiration on here…
Great to hear from you Jules and thanks for your encouraging words. There is no car park, just a lay-by in the road. I managed to park though. I found it a really deserted spot, great place to meditate on life!