Overnight winds have subsided and this slightly later campervan morning wakes with bright blue sky and hazy cloud. Over looking Eynhallow Sound, the island of Eynhallow, with its shoreline long abandoned monastery sits to the west of me. The sea reflects the pale blue of the sky and washes against the island shoreline and crash’s against the far off Scabra Head, sending foam into the sky, closer to shore the more turquoise the sea becomes. The far shore is the isle of Rousay, stone boundaries thread their way over hills and around scattered dwellings. It’s quite warm this morning, when sheltered from the wind. The only sounds are those of birds, many of whom I do not recognise, and the wind passing over walls and through bush and tree. A far off cockerel cry and that really is about it. There is something undeniably calming when fully immersed in a beautiful view and just the sounds of nature. Marcel Proust wrote that :
“ The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
And over the last few weeks, my eyes have changed a little, in seeking out new experiences and explorations. A change not just of landscapes to view, but my personal landscape. A richness of history to be immersed in over the next few days and once again an awareness of this not becoming a box ticking exercise. A hope that on my return, I will see old landscapes through fresh perspectives. Self care Sunday today, so do something for yourself. Lovely days people.
“ How can you care about the image of a landscape, when you show by your deeds that you don't care for the landscape itself?” William Morris.
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