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Thursday, October 02, 2003

Fairsnape 01/10 A Great start to October

left fellfoot at 5.38pm, reaching par just on 6 with the sun orange red over the hazy distance to the fylde. pushed on to fairsnape for 6.15ish. Checked the cache, all seems ok. Ideas in mind on a more challenging navigational cache, using the boundary stone to provide more info. noticed paddy’s pole was lying on the ground so re erected. Must check the history behind the pole. Chatted to a runner who had just come up from bleasdale. Felt the chill of the early evening / early autumn as I headed back to ff. tried taking pics of feet (!) and fences ~ just silly ideas at the time. Arrived back at ff at 7. This walk is rapidly becoming a fav, noticing more and more each time , 2nite it was the colour of grass, after the long hot summer and the late Indian summer. saw kestrel on ascent to Parlick, very close, quartering the hill and hen harrier (?) on ridge back from fs.

Wednesday, October 01, 2003

"The significant problems we have
cannot be solved at the same level of thinking
we used when we created them.
Einstein"

Tuesday, September 30, 2003

link added on side bar to my cam type web page based on fairsnape - there is a cache hidden up there. Thanks to the kind geocacher who sorted out the waterlogged cache - its a job I had been meaning to do prior to winter...
from the beacon fell newsletter

Hawthorn folklore: In England solitary groups of ten marked former places of administritive meetings such as moots or manorial courts but in Ireland a ‘sentry thorn’ or ‘lone bush’ was a fairy trysting place demanding the greatest respect and especially dangerous on Mayday or Hallowe’en. The Glastonbury Thorn of Somerset exemplified hawthorn’s transference from Pagan to Christian belief. St Joseph of Arimathea struck his staff in the turf of WearyallHill, when it at once rooted and burst into leaf, to bloom every year on Christmas Day.
update - cycle around beacon fell on saturday morning in absolutely wonderful light. O event on the fell on sunday Green
cycle around the fylde on monday evening. Strange - the highest point was a grand 17m, with a trig point visited with a height of 16m.
Thoughts of the day
Coleridge wrote “to wander and wander for ever and ever”

seventh moon...the joy at the end of a successful journey, native American

bare bleak, evermore doing deeds of darkness and storm conspiracies in the clouds, Coleridge on wasdale

where the rural and urban collide, collisionon of minds rather than anything else

Imagination and memory, landscape and memory...in the clouds motion... things present and not visible

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