|The photo fades, but capturing the deer and unsure Moss always brings this wood to mind and the crispness of a cold frosty morning|
Paul is to go to London next week, there is an event at the Barbican organised by his friend - The Joy of Sake, and then there is a visit to his son to see Leo his grandson, a weekend away, and he seems to be dreading it, probably because a) it is London and b) because of the travelling.
Michael Morpurgo was doing 'tweet of the day' this time he talked of the buzzards in his part of remote Devon.
And I remembered the story of my buzzard, high on the Bath downs. He was deposited by his parents one Sunday on the Bath race course, I came over the stile, and there he was wandering around as if afraid to fly. Parents sat on the fence watching over this youngster. Eventually he took to the air, and I was to see him many times over the next few years. I knew his places where he hunted for worms and would always look out for him as I would wind my way to the North Stoke fort. Once, I had parked in the pub's car park, he sat in a tree about 50 yards away, the race course was being used for some function and I decided to drive down to the woods. On arriving at the track way, my buzzard flew into the tree as well, as if following me, also tired of the crowds.
Moss was my constant companion then, happy to walk any distance and a Sunday walk always had a special feel to it, sometimes I think the weather is always better on a Sunday and the trek over the Cromwellian/Royalist battle ground on the Lansdown brought back memories of fighting men overlooking the ridge towards Bristol.
Someone, once met on a walk, had the 'eye' he saw into the past, and told me he had once seen someone stumbling back from the battle up on the ridge, believe that as you may. My only encounter with ghosts from the past, was one very foggy early morning up on the Downs, Moss became very agitated and started to bark and out of the fog this sight appeared. A man in a kilt with a beret, true Scottish attire in the middle of nowhere, he bade us a good morning and strolled off, okay I was scared too, had he fallen asleep after some party and then decided an early morning walk would clear his head, or was he really a vague memory from the past;)