happy. You see around you bigger and smaller mountains, you
feel the music they play together, nothing irritates you, nothing
seems to trouble your sight. You feel happy.
An extract from ‘Whenever you are standing on a high mountain’ by German Dada artist Kurt Schwitters (1887-1948). He fled Nazi Europe and settled in the English Lake District in 1945.
Schwitters is one of my favourite artists, and that poem often comes to mind.
Standing on a high mountain and absorbing the view is wonderful for one’s perspective. And because I’ve been something of a stress-bunny these last two weeks, I’m going to stand on a high mountain this weekend.
I'm not much of a mountaineer -- but I can scamper up a fell. More fell jogging than fell running, and a pack of lean and wiry runners usually overtake me. But who cares? It’s all about reaching the top!
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HAVE A GREAT TIME!
Have been reading about Cumbria. Seems like a part of the country that is pretty remote with few people (unlike the rest of the coutnry ..).
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Cate :)
Hope you have/had a wonderful time out in the wilderness! It sounds gorgeous.
John: It was wonderful. I’m revived!
Eamon: Some parts of Cumbria are very remote. Northumberland is even less populated, and very windy -- which is probably why few choose to live there!
Cate: One tag was bad enough, but TWO?? ;)
Booklady: It was spectacular. We stayed a couple of nights in a timber cabin, and woke on Sunday morning to find deer -- right outside the door!
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