Divesting

Finished off listening to a seminar that I’d been trying to listen to on and off all week but kept falling asleep having been feeling a bit poorly. Then a bit more sorting before heading out to pick up train tickets, a hair cut, food shop and then fresh air beckoned. This was the beginning and the end of the walk. Both the tree and I are divesting, it seems. The light was gorgeous although it was chilly as I climbed up onto Barton Fell ... I was reminded of Wordsworth’s wonderful lines from The Leechgatherer that were inspired when he walked up here...

All things that love the sun are out of doors;
The sky rejoices in the morning’s birth;
The grass is bright with rain-drops;—on the moors
The hare is running races in her mirth;
And with her feet she from the plashy earth
Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun,
Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.