After a particularly bad night 1.15 am 2.30am 2.45am 3.00 am 6.15 am 6.30 am (fall) and 6.45 (Fall) gave up and got up . Got my protesting wife ready for her day at the hospice - she didn't want to go but I warned her that wifeycide might be committed in our house if I had to look after her for the day as I was feeling a tad frazzled . Dropped her off having decided not to return home to bed and bury myself under the duvet but that I would try to blow the cobwebs away by going for a walk on the moors . I went to a favourite spot called Winsford Hill . From there , there is panoramic view across the moor to craggy Dartmoor in one direction to views of the mountains in Wales across the Bristol Channel bathed in a blue haze . Today was a good day for the views and as I got out of the car I was enveloped in the sweet aroma of heather in full flower . I can only describe it as if someone has opened a giant pot of honey and is wafting it back and forth under one's nose .All I could do was inhale great lungfulls of air and savour the sensation .
As I walked along the sheep trodden path running along side of the hill and overlooking a deep cleve, a kestrel hawk flew along the same contour just below me so I could look down on his barred back as he drifted through the air specutavely searching for his prey .I walked through great drifts of purple and mauve heather and revelled in the solitude . I was greedy I wanted to share it with no-one just gorge on it by myself and I could as the moor was a great emptiness- just me and small herd of Exmoor ponies nomadically grazing in the distance .
I sat and listened to the silence .What more could I want - a cheese and pickle roll with a home grown tomato ?- well I just happened to have one with me .