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Country diary: we scatter our dad's ashes on to his most beloved hill

14.01.2021
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Wenlock Edge, Shropshire: This was the perfect day to return him to the place that gave hope, strength and inspiration"Whoop!" The brassy fart of a horn announces hunting somewhere behind the wood. Thread through the blackthorn into a hollow between scrubby spoil heaps, to gain the confidentiality of snow. At the gate, look west to the white wall of the Berwyn mountains; the sky streaks blue and salmon. The hunters vanish, but a chainsaw labours in the threat they leave behind; its voice fills the air with angry frustration, then shatters into calls of rooks across snowy fields.A bolt of light from low in the south-west fires across the land, illuminating half the Wrekin to the north. This hill, hog's back still hidden in cloud, sends a lightless flicker between the present and the most ancient of days. Some kind of realignment of time and place happens there in the mist - a shift that can be felt for miles around, as if it has something to do with the great communications mast nailed into the oldest rock in the world. Continue reading...
Zdroj: The Guardian

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