Sunday, 29 March 2009

In the wood, well there used to be trees!




Out for a walk in weather more appropriate for March; back to snow after last weeks "summer" weather.

Went to a forest I used to visit many years ago; a dark intimate place full of spirit. Now the hillside is mostly bare on one side of the glen and is cut by large forest roads made for building the wind farm on the summit of the hills.
The place seems to have shrunk, the difficult routes following the small burns through dense trees now seem inconsequential when the eye can traverse the previously hidden places in an instant.

I walked up to the wind farm, bizarre roaring as the wind drove the turbines, a buzzard gliding down into the trees on the far side. An imminent snow squall approaching with spindrift rising. Time to leave for the lower ground; took a short detour to descend through a small patch of surviving forest. I found some of my old landmarks leading down through a dark tunnel in the trees, a small roe deer was startled by my presence, no one had passed this way for a long time. The trail was obstructed by many fallen trees and branches yet too soon I reached a dense tangle of felled trees and branches and open sky. I clambered over and through the tangle of dead wood and slithered down a 10 meter embankment to reach the new, industrial scale, forest road. Such contrast. I continued the descent and spent the rest of my time examining a new rock exposure created by the blasting for the new roads. Good exposure of well folded ?gneisose semi-pelite with pegmatite veins cutting through it. Beautiful rock with lovely banding. I must return despite the carnage at this site; there is still much beauty here a point accentuated by a male hen harrier flying past and the ravens calling above me.

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