Cross bedding and layers of rock show us how much the climate here has changed. Permian sandstone tells us this area was once a hot and arid desert.
With gorse and heather growing along the top, sea pinks flowering in the cracks and a haven for nesting sea birds, part of these rocks are now underwater at high tide. With one sniff and a good climb along the walls, Eivor and Pearl quickly make sense of it all.
coves and caves all that sings on the page lotus flowers
The trees speak of landslips, the earth falling down on boardwalks that wandered through the gorge beside the glistening water. It’s been a few years that the man-made trail was covered by nature’s own connections. The new found silence tells us, this is a more peaceful way.
We’re walking through the forest at Easter, the sun is bright and warm. It’s the warmest Easter we’ve known since moving to the Highlands. Eivor walks beside us, touching my hand with his nose to let us know. To let us know, how good it feels to be here.
Pearl walks slightly ahead of us, sniffing the bark of a pine, touching a twig or leaf. Prints from paw and foot weave on behind us. Our eyes follow the movements between the trees across the water, where pairs of geese go quietly.
nature’s spirit stars flicker through the temple of this world