Reflections

'Great art is there to raise the will above the purgatory of daily life'.

Radio 4 start the week with Andrew Marr. The source? Alas author of the quote, although reaching my ears, declined to lodge within mind for later recall

The colour, perspective and horizon absorbing misty-ness, now surrounding me, recalled this quote. As I walked I noticed at every new pace and movement of eye there was the 'great art'. I, for a time, walked slowly, absorbing myself within  and into this low coloured misty landscape of tree shape and reflected autumn leaves upon still water. The sensation, unlike being in a gallery viewing a picture, had the hardly felt touch of minute mist drops pinging cheeks along with the sound of pigeon wings flapping as tree roost was swapped for roof ridge. This total immersion of the senses within 'great art' heightened and sharpened mind to a point where I could not help but notice I was receiving a wonderful gift.

For Tanya and I this was in some way the full circle. This was Avebury and visited last in the frost and snow nine months ago in January. It was just before we set out over the water to France. Personally I find this area bodes a powerful and calming affect emanating as both a physical and mental felt sense. Today did not disappoint.

A final night is being spent wildcamped on the Ridgeway just by Avebury before tomorrow heading to Salisbury where I will spend time with brother Richard. A welcome base where we will be able to catch up on various tasks and maintenance work before heading off to Spain and Portugal early in the new year.