Thursday 13 November 2014

One Day There Will Be Silence



Over Ullswater to Blencathra this October

I have never been one for a macho approach to hill walking. By ‘macho approach’, which might be the wrong terminology, I’m thinking of a very long day's walk, over difficult terrain, striving for many summits, possibly in poor weather. That being said, I have done many tough hikes and these have often been memorable.  But I am also very happy doing shorter days, when I probably appreciate my surroundings more, without the pressure to move on, or to hit a target, or to complete a pre-determined route. For many years I have been fortunate enough to live within an easy distance of the hills, both in Cumbria and Wales. Thus, I can be more choosy about my walking than those who have to make a special effort and travel long distances to get their fix. And shorter days suit me as I get older. I’ve ticked my lists, and still do so, but I am also more than happy to return over and over again to old favourites for short days in the hills.


Looking to Helvellyn from the path to Arthur's Pike, October 2014


Coming down the Old Corpse Road to Haweswater, June 2014


A water survey post between Branstree and Selside Pike, June 2014
The joys of being able to seek out the less spectacular and easier hills have been evident in a few walks recently. I have followed broad grassy ridges, often alone for most of the day, save Hyperdog Moss, no other walkers in sight. Relatively easy walking, lovely views, that invigorating feeling of the wind on your face, and the silence. Not the silence as defined by the dictionary, but the silence of the hills –  the wind, the occasional call of a bird or a sheep, the sound of my breathing as I labour uphill. For me this is the silence of peace, the silence that allows you to empty your mind of thoughts and by default allow the senses to roll in and out of your mind. Sight, sound, smell, taste and touch. The views, the birds, the bracken, the water from a stream, the contrast between rock and grass under your trail shoe or boot.

I do not know if there is an afterlife, but if there is I hope I spend mine walking a grassy fell, watching the summer sun above me competing with transient white clouds. And below me will be a lake such as Ullswater, with the Raven and the Lady of the Lake making their way along the water, carrying unseen crowds of smiling, relaxed holidaymakers.  The gentle breeze will make my face glow, and my two boys and my lovely wife will wander with me until the end of time. And then I will no longer have to dream or try to forget. At last I truly will be a free man on the hills.




Looking to Moel Sych and Cadair Berwyn, November 2014

My hillwalking mate in the Berwyns, November 2014

14 comments:

  1. A really thoughtful post David.
    Everyone who walks the hills and dales should read this.
    Thank you

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    1. Thanks Al. I think that many people will feel the same way.

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  2. I let my mind wander when it's easy walking and the miles just seem to fly by....then I remember to let Danielle catch up! Nice words David. I like your description of hill silence.

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    1. I find it takes a few days of walking before my mind really clears itself of the everyday stuff, Wayne. Then it really can wander. But you really mustn't leave Danielle behind!

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  3. "or try to forget..."

    I'm with you there, David.

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    1. We best not go there, Alan. Incidentally, I'm sure I know you but forget where from :-)

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  4. Nice thoughtful post David, could not agree more

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  5. We agree. Silence and time in the hills. Priceless.

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    1. It is indeed priceless, Martin, and all the more so as everyday life has become more and more hectic, and, so it seems, much of the rest of the world becomes a less pleasant place to be.

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  6. Great post - captures those (sadly far too rare) feelings perfectly! I think that sense of solitude and the desire for it is something you either "get" or you don't. And if you do, time between fixes can seem awfully long!

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    1. Thank you Jules. Actually, when the experience is "sadly far too rare" you do probably appreciate it more when it finally arrives.

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  7. Enjoyed this. Reminded me of a similar quiet day above Haweswater that ended with one of the most peaceful camps I've ever had. This is why we go to the hills

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  8. Thanks Hillplodder (Matthew?). All the Lakes is splendid (apart, perhaps, from Bowness-on-Windermere) but the east and far north east can be far quieter which is a bonus in the busier months.

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