Day 34- Liverpool-N. of Preston: 52 m.
Day 35- N. Preston- N of Lancaster: 35 m.
Day 36: N Lancaster- Lake Windermere: 35 m
Day 37: Lake Windermere- Thurlemere water: 21 m
Day 38: Thurlemere- Borrowdale: 18 m
Captain's log book, the 11th day of August in the year of our Univeral life force 2009.
A strange ball of fire has appeared in the sky this past week. Warm and wonderful is its touch to the skin and most golden in the light it casts on the land.
Yes folks it seems summer is finally here and it lifteth the spirits greatly. Now in the mindblowingly gorgeous Lake District. Lyrically immortalised by Wordsworth, Southey and Coleridge (often referred to as 'the lake school of poetry').
I can't help thinking these romantic poets were the forerunners to conservationism today. Helping initiate a turn in public perception of the great outdoors from a place where one would try and avoid lest one should muddy ones garments to a place of adventure, contemplative retreat, existential perspective where the soul could soar free.
"Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze
That blows from the green fields and from the clouds
And from the sky it beats against my cheek
And seems half concious of the joy it gives"
Wordsworth 1805
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2 comments:
Hello Will,
Thanks so much for keeping up your blog. When I read it, I feel inspired, because I'm needing that universal love that you expound with your bike adventure. Really beautiful scenery, and beautiful intention in your voyage!
A lotus flower for you,
Jacob Siegel
Thanks Jacob and great to hear from you, glad you're feeling the vibe,in mindfullness :)
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