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  • Day 373

    Bigswier to Redbrook, Wye Valley

    November 1, 2021 in Wales ⋅ ⛅ 9 °C

    - Drive up autumnal Valley past Tintern Abbey
    Bigsweir Bridge - river running high, deep and fast. Heron flaps down to land.
    Walking up road along hedgerows. Heart centre opens. Accompanied by blue tits
    Enter the oak woods, bird song all around
    Met a moss covered oak tree, with the language of the heart
    Took wrong path, retraced steps to Offa's Duke
    Deep deer trods in the mud
    Met a beautiful mossy oak and then an old birch
    The wind through the beech trees - 'here our mother breathing'
    Beautiful beech grove
    Out into more open fields with sunlight slanting and white puff clouds
    Trudged through cool rivulets running down off fields
    Passed sheep, and spent time having that old familiar eye to wye contact
    Two large buzzards took off from trees bordering field, one sailed over giving her plaintive cry. A crow sat in another tree surveying the scene
    Flock of starlings pass over
    Sat eating lunch by an old stone farm, looking out over the Autumnal Valley serenaded by buzzards
    Met people as I ate lunch and just after
    Lovely yew tree grove
    Beautiful views down into the leaf littered yew tree wood
    Long view of the river Wye on the slippery and steep descent into Redbrook
    History of Redbrook
    Crossing the old railway bridge, the river brown, swollen and immensely powerful.
    Met too older couples on the bridge and later passed on the river path.
    River very high, path very wet, walked barefoot
    Saw my favourite swim spot flooded
    Saw Robin up close on a cabin fence, looked me in the eye, then flew off
    Lovely walking in the wet green grass
    Autumn trees shining bright in the sun
    Washed my feet in the river, water very cold
    Did my nature rituals on the rover bank and felt the flow of life through my body like the flow of the river. Sent out my love to humanity in the eight directions. Felt the connection with the nature surrounding me. The river in its own voice and not the human voice I project onto it.
    I saw another Robin who eyed me again
    Walked in the cold shade past trees with yellowing and golden leaves - sweet Chestnut leaves.
    Came back into the low sun warming again
    High sided river valleys with autumn trees
    Stopped to be with a dandelion om full flower
    Dug up some water mint to grow and be with at home
    Heard then saw long tailed tit
    Looked across the sun shadowing fields with silhouetted trees
    Met a bright couple with two dogs
    Saw a horse in a field and felt like what it was to be him
    Stood on the bridge to watch the sun lower and shine golden on the valley sides
    Met the couple i said that I would see on the way back
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