Tag: Lake District

I said to the man….

Tarn How Gate, Lake District. Photo by Gill Henwood

Gill Henwood has drawn the poem to my attention and has supplied a rather lovely photo  of Gate to Tarn Hows from the woods above Coniston. Looking towards Fairfield Horseshoe on the Helvellyn range. English Lakes UNESCO World Heritage Site (The Lake District).

Gate to Tarn Hows from the woods above Coniston. Looking towards Fairfield Horseshoe on the Helvellyn range.
English Lakes UNESCO World Heritage Site (The Lake District).

Nature re-birthing

Photo by Gill Henwood. The old Beech reclothed in finest greenery

After a concentrated time in the heart of a rather wet London (albeit in front of the television screen!) it’s good to move away on the day after King Charles & Queen Camilla’s Coronation into the more tranquil climes of English woodland awakening fresh in the Maytime light.

So when my friend Gill Henwood sent me some more photographs of nature filling all around with beauty and expectation, I exchanged the joyful emotions of pageant and symbol and human pledging of life to a new degree of service, for something rather different.

In the woodlands and countryside of the Northern hills of the Lake District a busy beauty is going on as plants, new-born lambs and birds and creeping things and teeming fish playing joyfully, splashing through waterfalls. We are well into the wonders of new-birth as Eastertide unfolds and spirit-filled life offers a new joy.

So, Gill speaks of the emergence of the Lousewort and other signs of new growth:

Lousewort flower, photographed by Gill

“Tiny pink heath plant just in flower for the coronation weekend. 5mm across, a sign of the heaths and high meadows coming into growth. No sign yet of the hundreds of orchids that flowered in this field in 2020, during lockdown when no cattle were grazing the field. 

A new spring and a new royal era – eastertide hope of renewal after loss and bereavement.

“And the songbirds are singing their choral anthem all around, with a cuckoo punctuation.
Now the nuthatch is sounding its single-note call,
it’s time to stroll through the newly furnished delicate dewy leaves of the beeches…

photo of Nuthatch c/o Woodland Trust.

This is also the ancient time of Beltane, of May and summer’s beginning.

– the dainty woodland floor and hedgerow flowers are all compact and individually almost missed. Primroses, violets, greater stitchwort and even native drooping headed bluebells make their impact growing together. A patterned tapestry on a bank and an unfurling mosaic on a heath or in the woods. Responding to long days of light and the increasing warmth of the sun towards the June solstice.

A parable in nature of Gods love given in and through all creation – if only we stop and notice the myriad glimpses all around us….

Photo: Gill Henwood

Take a breather.

Breathe,
be filled with amazement,
purposefulness,

wonder,
awesomeness,
love,

ah! God

[Mr G]
7th May 2023

By the Hollow Way

This is a photo taken by my friend Gill Henwood of a Sunken Lane’ in the Lake District.

Gill tells me that this one has dry stone slate walls and floor with mossy banks and ivy. She says that “further up are greater stitchwort, and a huge bramble thicket that promises bramble jelly in the autumn! Happy nesting birds  are all around, singing.”

Another name for a Sunken Lane is Holloway or hollow way, which comes from the Old English  “hola weg”.  It’s a road or track that is significantly lower than the land on either side. Such ways can be found all over the world and they are generally ancient routes for the carriage of trade, travelling and sometimes battle roads along which troops moved. Some date back to Roman times and beyond.
Many are overgrown with nettles and briars and most are disused except by local people or country walkers.

Today they can offer a unique and integral look of the English landscape, providing a glimpse into a time and way of life long gone. They give us information about those times, about the way of life then, or geological information and how the paths have evolved into habitats for wildlife. They also bring pleasure and interest to the walker.

Spiritually, they can offer a physical and contemplative meditation about pilgrimage to God and the Heavenly Kingdom as well as a visible lesson of what the Bible teaches us about walking the ‘narrow way’. Whilst they can offer a warning about keeping on the straight and narrow, they also show us the beauty and joy of doing so.  There is so much to enrich our lives if we don’t rush headlong by, getting caught up in frantic pace and demands which often come to nothing. It was St John of the Cross who said:

“God passes through the thicket of the world, and wherever His glance falls He turns all things to beauty.”

Walk, breathe, pause, notice, pray, become!

[Mr G]

Hear, my child, and accept my words,
   that the years of your life may be many.
I have taught you the way of wisdom;
   I have led you in the paths of uprightness.
When you walk, your step will not be hampered;
   and if you run, you will not stumble.
Keep hold of instruction; do not let go;
   guard her, for she is your life.
Do not enter the path of the wicked,
   and do not walk in the way of evildoers.
Avoid it; do not go on it;
   turn away from it and pass on.
For they cannot sleep unless they have done wrong;
   they are robbed of sleep unless they have made someone stumble.
For they eat the bread of wickedness
   and drink the wine of violence.
But the path of the righteous is like the light of dawn,
   which shines brighter and brighter until full day.

Proverbs 4:10-18

The Lord is my Shepherd

Herdwick Sheep in the Lake District enjoying the sun before more snow fell in the last few days.
The blue skies will be back soon! Photos by my friend Gill.plus the photo below.

A Reflection from the Lake District by Gill Henwood.

When you witness the care a shepherd has for his or her flock, the 23rd Psalm comes to mind:

The Lord’s my shepherd and The King of Love my shepherd is.

The young farmer below our window is only 24, and has been building up his own flock for two years.
He’s here by dawn and returns in the evenings at dusk to check his expectant ewes who wait in the long sheep shed that belongs to his retired grandfather. They baa when they hear his 4×4 coming up the track, knowing he will bring hay.
He’s working his way to a farm tenancy of his own – there is no farmhouse on this small acreage of land.

Upland fell farmers are part of the countryside and community here, and this area was cherished by Beatrix Potter a century ago, who, with the National Trust, bought and saved farms for the nation.
She too was a breeder of Herdwick sheep and a show judge.
Her shepherds, and the shepherds of today, care for their flocks and seeing them brings to mind, Jesus, the Good Shepherd.

Gill Henwood

Here is a version of Psalm 23 written by my friend,Joyce Smith in her Reflections for Lent in 2021.

Bible Reading: Psalm 23 “I will dwell in the house of the Lord, my whole life long.“

The Lord is my Shepherd;
who guides,
nourishes,
and  protects me.

My Shepherd,
who looks for me                   
when I lose my way.
and carries me
safely home.

My Shepherd,
who longs for me,
and  for
‘sheep from many different flocks’,
to dwell in his house,
both now
and for all eternity.

Jesus, my Shepherd,
help me to
fix my eyes on you
and follow
where you lead.

(Joyce Smith)