It seems barely credible that just yesterday I rose at 5.30 Am and made my way the few miles to Corfe Castle. I climbed the hill next to the National Trust Monument wearing just a thin T-shirt and set up my camera ready to catch the sun rising.
What a difference a day makes. As I woke this morning I heard the low rumble of thunder in the distance. The sound was clear but but almost inaudible above the sound of the rain beating against my bedroom window. I stretched, revelling in the luxury of having a king size bed to myself. I closed my eyes hoping to doze off for a few minutes before rising to shower and then to brave the weather to walk the dogs. It wasn’t to be. As always my mind starts to work as soon as my eyes are open, no matter the time of day or night.
I rise and peek through the bedroom curtains towards the heathland that is just two minutes from my doorstep and offers a lovely dog walking environment. I was greeted by a slate grey sky, uniform with dark foreboding a bleak and forbidding scene. I sighed inwardly, it matters not how bleak the day, whether you try to live your life by different laws, nothing changes very much, if you own dogs they must be walked. I deference to the weather I decide that the shower can wait until I return, no doubt cold and wet.
As I leave home a few minutes later there is no sign that the rain will abate. The wind is howling too, even in full waterproofs I feel the cold trickle of rain down the back of my neck. I raise my chin, staring into the gloom for I have long since learned to welcome whatever the day will bring. It matters not whether I object to the rain, the rain doesn’t mind and will keep falling regardless. As I reach the heath I earn a short respite from the weather as I descend into a small green valley, sheltered by trees. The leaves look sad now, the lovely browns golds, yellows and reds of yesterdays sunshine now just look a dull and flaccid dark brown as they hang sodden. As I rise out of the valley I look towards the beautiful Purbeck hills in the distance. They are shrouded in mist and rain today, a uniform grey, none of the brilliant greens from yesterday can be seen, no chance today of spotting the smoke from the steam trains of the Purbeck railway. Never mind, there will be other trains on other days.
As I crest the hill I see Justin Sullivan approaching me with his dog. He smiles as he hums a song quietly to himself. He smiles and mumbles “you need to be brave to go running through that which beckons to us all on a day like this”. As he walks away, still humming’ I think ‘not for one second did you look behind as you were walking away’. I turn back into the face of the weather smiling as I remember how lucky I am to live amongst these valleys of green and grey.
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