The change of seasons always seems to have a profound effect on my mind and mood. Up in spring and down in autumn. Seasonal changes also seem to lead me toward making blog posts. It’s the marking of time; the awareness that change is occurring and suddenly it’s dark at 8.30 and the nights are colder and you know it’s unlikely to be T-shirt weather again for at least seven months. Hard to comprehend that gap of time – the roaring darkness of winter.
We chose to grasp that final burst of summer weather and escaped to the Cairngorm national park for a week, camping in the forest. Drinking in the soothing green.
I didn’t manage to achieve any writing, but plenty of reading was accomplished. I find when confronted by nature that I have to soak it all in – the moss, the mountains, the pine trees, flocks of inquisitive chaffinches, whispering waters, vast lochs, castles, impossible vistas. I hope then it might travel through a process of assimilation and come out the other end as writing. Sort of like a creative process smoothie going through the blender of my imagination. Or something. I don’t know. Shut up.
Perhaps I should have tried eating some of this to help the imagination…
No scale on that last shot, but it was about the diameter of a standard dinner plate. Perfect for sitting on whilst smoking a hookah and taking in the incredible scenery. Click on this next one to see the full panoramic shot.