My walk on the track this Sunday was brief, but I was glad that I went.
The leaves are falling fast in a golden blizzard that gentle flits and furls around ones head and then becomes audible as we walk among the brown and gold carpet of crushed leaves. You can hardly see the track itself. In the past the track has become like a golden river until the rain comes and the energy changes yet again.
The image above is of a lovely spot - my old dog Ellis and I spent many hours sitting here. There are ancient Caledonian pines and the sea provides the bright light as it is directly in front of this natural view point. Ellis once dug a huge hole here I was so horrified that, the nex Spring I brought some little bulbs and planted them in the hole. The resulting little woodland flowers bloomed for years. I know that a couple even got married here once, although they must have had a bit of a walk first.
A garden that has little to separate it from the track, full of trees, veg plots and productive disorder
as well as the most golden tree on the whole of the track.
It is hard to imagine that 56 years go there were trains billowing steam travelling along this track, it must have a beens a really wonderful ride with farm land on one side and sea on the other. In the war little boys would walk along the track late at night after they had been to watch a film at the army cinema. One old man said that his mother would have killed him if she had known that the walked along the line in the dark.
Enjoy the intimate immensities that autumn brings, light, billowing leaves, the earth is winding down. It so lovely to watch and feel.
