Thursday walk – 20th August

At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses…while hidden by bloom in a hawthorn a bird filled the morning with singing.

That’s Amy Lowell, and although she died in 1925 she could be describing the landscape our Deborah walked and photographed a few short days ago. It’s a timeless photo of a timeless landscape. It’s likely that landscape hasn’t change in…well, who can say? Centuries. They’re long-lived trees, hawthorns; there’s one in a churchyard in the village of Hethel in the County of Norfolk that was planted in the 13th century. There’s a reason Celtic traditions link the hawthorn to the land of Faerie.

I’m not suggesting this hawthorn is inhabited by the fey, but it would be wise to hold on to your hat. The Irish have a saying (the Irish always have a saying), Is féidir le fear ar bith a hata a chailleadh i ngaoth sidhe. Any man can lose his hat in a fairy wind.

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