I am lucky in many ways but living where I do is a constant source of delight. Shropshire is entirely beautiful but the bit I live in-the wide open spaces in the North West of the County, on the Welsh border-are special. Today I found myself, at the end of my first 8 minute shift, on the edge of Whixall Moss National Nature Reserve, part of almost 2,400 acres of ancient peat bog. The adders have gone to bed for the winter now so I thought I'd run my second 8minute shift on the Moss.
Wonderful.
The silence and sense of isolation is total...or it was until a Charm of Goldfinches decided to accompany the strange, plodding beast stumbling along the peat path. Have you ever been laughed at by a score of tiny, insanely delicate, beautiful creatures? It is an experience. I was then told off by a Buzzard, perched on a marker post on the path, annoyed that his patch was being invaded by an ungainly outsider unfit to be in this place where such a pathetic specimen would not survive in the wild. The way they sit and peer at you, unphased, head cocked, fearless, is breathtaking.
8 minutes passed in a flash.
Running on the ancient peat is gentle on the joints but surprisingly energy sapping.
I look forward to future weeks and running these quiet places that I and my dogs walk every day: it is like seeing them in a new light, from another dimension.
Food for the soul.