Just how grim can it get up north? (Actually, it's quite nice.) One woman's not-so-lonely journey into the Northern heartlands.
Friday, December 12, 2008
I have felt for some time as if the land has opened up and swallowed me entire. Not smothering me, or drowning me in darkness in its soily belly, but taking me within, knowing I am there, holding me safe inside. I knew it again today as I walked on chips of ice fallen from the branches of the etched and wintered trees - the melting blossom pattering still to ground.
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Nature is the way forward methinks, walking, digging, pruning, inhaling, it has a healing power.
I sound a little mad.
Sounds lovely. I could use a walk like that right now.
It's soaking wet, grey, miserable and damp here at the moment. How I envy you the cold frost filled countryside of Northumberland. What could be better than a brisk walk along Bamburgh beach with views of the Farne islands sitting out at sea?
I never know what to expect from you, which is how a writer always should be. Drop by; stay awhile...
So many people have said to me how dark and depressing they find this time of year.
I love the changing seasons - the lack of daylight hours, spectacular late afternoon skies, dark landscapes - and I love the way it will eventually give way to more light, growth and green-ness.
I think I sound a little mad too.
When I feel like wandering as lonely as a cloud, I go to the grounds of Wallington Hall or Cragside. There are others there too, but on a blustery day the cobwebs are well and truly blown away.
This what Northumberland is good for, but we don't spread the word!
Try not to be too self indulgent. The sycophants can easily turn your head!
I think I would love Northumberland...I am in Minnesota with snow blowing and below zero temperatures!! Hmmm...a walk would be lovely.
What a BEAUTIFUL piece of writing. Less is MORE!!!!!
Ah, to think of Northumberland at this time of year.
btw-I was going to call my 2nd child Jonah but everyone laughed...
Did you fall in a pothole? I hate it when that happens, like that scene in the Vicar of Dibley...
I am almost finished with the book and don't want it to end, hence I had to find your blog.
Delightful, wonderful, and my favorite kind of reading. I borrowed it from the library, but do not dismay, I intend to purchase one or more to send as a gift.
Have just read your book whilst in bed ill, so much I want to tell you and share. So many lumps in my throat and tears, the Routemaster bus; the school bully; smacking your face on the open door in the middle of the night. So many things. I don't feel lonely anymore. Thank You.
That sounds very lovely, I mostly feel attacked by my weather
MIssing you Wifey. But with Christmas and all that brings to the woman of the household, it's no wonder.
I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and find time for some peace and joy.
My daughter is in Kendal right now and I miss her SO MUCH! But will be home Jan 12th.
Merry Christmas, WitN.
judith, I am little late for 'Merry Christmas' but I want to wish you a 'Happy New Year', bigger and even better than 2008.
I hope you have dug your way out... do email me if you are feeling like some good advice and writing tips... ahem
Hirppee Nooow Yaire to you anyhoo!!
Found the blog, got the book, read it before Christmas and suddenly you've disappeared!
Where are you, wifey? Has Northumberland swallowed you entire?
Happy New Year to you, WitN.
Great imagery - thanks v much - you quality writter you ... love your work :) le
Just spent a welcome few minutes catching up on the latest posts, but this surprising little gem is my favourite.
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