08 Now we are above
White Bennan looking over towards the Rig of the Jarkness and Craignaw
(near the top right hand corner of the picture), the day is looking
good and I am not quite an hour and a half into it. The views are
spectacular all day from now on until you come down off the tops
and it is a joy to be alive. When you head onto the hill, on a day
such as this and on a route such as this, the sense of anticipation
mixed with freedom of action and freedom from all social restraints
and inhibitions seeps through to your soul. Subtle things then go
on between you and the landscape almost as though you are like a
filter through which the landscape experiences itself with joy in
it's heart. Try to verbalise this experience or take possession
of it consciously in any normal human controlling kind of way and
it is gone. The trick is to just humbly be in the landscape,
and the experience may seem like no more than the inarticulate residue
of a big dream in rememberence, but one you cannot shake off.
This is also the way to handle a good malt whisky too of course
in spite of what all the "experts" say with all their
trumpeted opinions. |