Where it all began: The Hills of home – Part One

This was the first ever post on my old Blogger site, back in November 2009. It’s posted unamended, and doesn’t read particularly well. But here it is, warts and all…

The Hills of home – Part One

2009 could easily have been a write-off in terms of getting out there: opportunities for trips to the usual haunts in mid and north Wales restricted; the annual visit to Scotland significantly curtailed. All unavoidable but no less frustrating for that.

There’s this perceived ‘wisdom’ that from difficulties can spring opportunity. I never really bought into that kind of talk; it seemed the sort of guff a politician might trot out at a particularly weaselly moment. However, in the same way that even a busted clock is right twice a day, it seems that there might be the odd nugget of truth buried in the avalanche of androidspeak which so blights our daily lives.

There’s this perceived ‘wisdom’ that from difficulties can spring opportunity. I never really bought into that kind of talk; it seemed the sort of guff a politician might trot out at a particularly weaselly moment. However, in the same way that even a busted clock is right twice a day, it seems that there might be the odd nugget of truth buried in the avalanche of androidspeak which so blights our daily lives.

‘Opportunity’, in this case, presented itself as a chance to become more familiar with the (admittedly modest) hills right on my doorstep and with familiarity came an acknowledgement that I have been doing them something of a disservice.

It’s true that I’ve walked them many times down the years, but often done so seeing them as a stop-gap; a filler on days when time was restricted; sometimes just leaving the car at home and setting out from my own front door. What I’d never really done was take the time to fully explore them; these last few months have shown that to have been a serious omission.

There’s much to be gained from revisiting these places regularly, throughout changing seasons and in varying conditions. Over the months we have watched the process of regeneration; from the stripped-bare winter depths, through the burgeoning of new growth, the late spring profusion of Bluebell and Hawthorn, into the full dense overgrowth of high summer and the slow descent into autumn and the next cycle of renewal. These processes of subtle change are ones we don’t share in quite such intimate detail in those places where our visits can only ever be occasional.

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2 thoughts on “Where it all began: The Hills of home – Part One

    • Hi Gibson; to say I’ve been struggling with WordPress would be the understatement to end all understatements. Sadly, in the meantime, I’ve forgotten most of the little I’d learned about Blogger. Oh well; onwards and downwards…

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