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Wilderness Seat

Wilderness Seat

The seat where we once sat together, contemplating an expansive future,
Is now bare-bones cold in a winter landscape that fades into mist.
The half-remembered hot summers lie buried under the leaves of autumn.
Yet, in this Wilderness, the shoots of a new Spring are already pushing through.

© 2017 Peter Young


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Changing Seasons

Over the last few months I have been visiting the National Trust property of Hidcote Manor Garden. I thought it was time to look back at how the garden and the surrounding area has changed since the summer, as it beds down for winter.Coloured Leaves Once plants have finished flowering, they retreat into the soft, soggy state of winter regeneration, and sometimes do this with a final show of colour. I’m not sure what this was earlier, but it attracted my eye in an otherwise dark, earthy environment.

Hidcote Bathing Pool 2I found the bubble wrap on the Fountain quite amusing, especially as the water was still squirting out. Here’s what’s under wraps:

Hidcote Bathing Pool 1The field has seen many changes over the last few months. During the summer it was high with wheat. Track across the field 1Now it’s ploughed over ready for next year’s crop.Track across the field 2And here’s the view looking up the Old Track that leads from the carpark. This is a far more subdued picture than the my entry ftwo months ago.

Hidcote Track© 2016 Peter Young

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October Sunrise

Sunrise 2
To see the sunrise be prepared
To get up early, wear warm clothes;
Be sure to bring good walking boots.

To go this way and tread this path,
Bear in mind the going’s rough,
Uneven, stony, all uphill,
The track itself is nothing much,

A steady climb on jumbled stones.
A flock of sheep already up.
A tunnel through the trees – the home
Of badgers, rabbits, and flapping crows.

Ebrington TrackAt every twist, you see your gaffe:
The summit still seems far above,
The track deceived you one more time.
Keep going now, you can’t turn back.

At last this hill’s wide brow appears
But now a dirty trick is played:
The path is gated: you must turn right
Along the contour, not the slope.

Take care: a wide brown puddle spreads
From hedge to hedge; your patterned prints
Are adding texture to the mud.

TelecomsNow turn again – the final stretch,
Straight to the summit, crowned it is
With three communications masts,
So silent in the tingling air,

A place to stop, to rest and see
The rising sun is peeping through
The Eastern cloudbank duvet-like
That covers slumbering Oxfordshire.

While nearer blow thin wisps of cloud
Like candyfloss set loose to fly.
The molten morning follows suit,
The blazing sun warms up the sky.

Sunrise 1© 2016 Peter Young

This walk starts at the carpark at Hidcote, and follows the track shown in the previous entry.

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The Old Track

Hidcote TrackAutumn sunlight shines through the early morning mist on the track that leads uphill from the National Trust carpark at Hidcote.
© 2016 Peter Young


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