I made an early start, (5am early.) An unearthly time, one which my body and brain really says no to most interactions. I drove out of the campsite feeling a little elated to be alone on the road. Moving on again. I remember the time when I was young and as a family we secretly crept out of a campsite in northern France hoping to make it to the ferry in time, to cross the channel. There’s always a time to be somewhere. Departures and arrivals.
Does the early bird really catch the worm ? It is said, in our modern world, that to be successful you need to rise early. Moving on and moving through to make the most of every hour. It got me thinking about fishermen casting their nets as the sun rises. The aeroplanes above, not far from arriving at their destination having travelled hundreds of miles whilst we’ve been sleeping. Connections.
There is always someone, somewhere watching the world turning. Or someone travelling along the road. But who sees the peat water in the burn or the moon’s quiet presence despite the rich morning sunlight? I love the colour of peat water, transparent tones from amber in a gentle sunlit mountain stream to dark chocolate in a flood torrent after intense rainfall. The circularity of water. From the sky, to the mountains to the rivers to the sea. The natural systems: Evaporation , condensation, precipitation, collection. It makes me think about abundance. To stand still whilst the world turns. I get out of the van, boil the kettle, make myself a strong coffee and watch as the moon dips below the hillside.