Today’s walk took me back to my favourite tongue of Sand, Ninian. I spend a lot of time walking the length (500m one way) of that sandbridge...
It provides me with serenity, a sense of home and inner balance.
Today, that short drive away was full of adventures! As soon as you leave the “motorway” (A970, no passing places…) as I call it affectionately, your heart begins to beat like a talking drum.
You enter an area of peatland called da Tivlicks – named after that homebake, tivlick, due to the rich dark brown colour of peats… In summer, there are still a few folk who cast the soil as fuel for winter. But today, da Tivliks were sugar iced.
A closer look at peat (turf, as it is known on the North American continent) in snow and it made me think of a chocolate truffle… Hmmm, I love tasting lanscapes!
to celebrate it all, wild geese flew past as if to salute the magic of this part of the world.
Ninian in the snow overwhelms your heart.
I felt very much like a child in a toy shop this afternoon! The world, our playground, unfolds so much beauty… It is all around us.
Raw, a diamond.
Then, more wonderful sea scapes… Scousburgh Sands, Rerwick……. Places I share with visitors in summertime. They would feel equally bewildered by such spots at this time of year.
To me, this world sings out its symphony.