The valley is incredibly beautiful with amazing rock formations and cliffs. There are wild goats on ledges and majestic views.
A walk of up and down!!
First there was the beauty – the wildflowers, the cranesbill, cornflower and wild orchids. The nectar for butterflies and the seeds for birds.
Then there are the fabulous views over the farms, the rolling wolds, out to the sea.
Then there was the devastation. The fucking farmers flattening the whole place, mowing it flat, destroying the flowers, killing the insects and displacing all the wildlife. Leaving behind a desolate wasteland. It make me so angry. There is so little natural habitat to start with – only the hedgerows and verges remain – and they come along and ravage. How are the birds and creatures meant to survive>
The Edge of the Wind
The gull glides
With the freedom to seek its own destiny.
It moves by instinct
Beautifully through the air.
It has no beliefs that it would die for.
Hanging on the wind’s edge
Wings grip the sliding air
Suspended over the teeming crowds.
But I am the drifting skid
Of the edge of the wing
Slicing through the watery air.
I am the shriek of the pebble
In the distance
Screaming to be heard.
I am what the tree reaches for
Hung through the endless sky.
Turn your head and take delight.
I wrote this long ago as part of my mystical series. I was taken with the idea of flying was really perpetual falling. Yet in that falling was freedom.
I was taken with the idea of living in the now instead of scheming for the future.
I was taken with the idea of consciousness. What was alive? What was the mystical element in the universe?
Shouldn’t we, like the gull, delight in the moment?
I nearly chucked this one away. The subject of the two gannets greeting each other with a beak kiss was powerful but it was unfortunately bleached out and lacking in detail.
But I kept coming back to it. I liked the dark shadow, the image of crossed bills and the colour.
I grew to love it.
Fantastic to see so many gorgeous birds nesting on these cliffs – gannets, guillemots, razor-bills, gulls, shags and puffins. I don’t know how they manage to perch on such narrow ledges let alone stop their eggs and hatchlings from falling to their doom!
Quite a sight!!
It was fabulous for me, a person who loves nature, to be among such an incredible fertile place. Nature teemed all around me – just like it should!
At the end of the day we had another sunset over the Amazon. Amazing.
The birds are in such close proximity to each other – resting and dozing on their nests.
The cliffs, festooned with pink meadow cranesbill look gorgeous in the Spring sunshine.
All the sea-birds are nesting. The place is alive!!
I was watching this gorgeous gannet preen itself. Fabulous!