Another freezing campervan morning, down by the lake. It’s around minus 4 and out and about to see what I can capture, though it feels way to cold to get a camera out. Darkness and nocturnal Owls ( I counted three ) give way to, snow capped mountains emerging from the orange glow of a sunrise. Starlings and crows flit here and there between trees and flights of geese take to the air at regular intervals, filling your ears with a cacophony of calls and responses. It’s a cold start to the day. I am reflecting on my quote from a few days ago “ A stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.” and another Perfect Stranger encounter. Having completed a mini hike yesterday, we were joined by John and his wife at the summit. He asked if we minded if he swore, I replied no and he said “ Bloody beautiful “ whilst looking at… the view. John was in his 70’s born and bred in the local area and a retired stone mason, who has built in the area and then worked in reconstruction for the National Trust. He regaled us of the work he and done and the buildings he had worked on, pointing some of them out from our vantage point. He spoke of the houses he had owned and pointed out where his wife used to live before they married, he told us which walks were the best and what to look out for. John explained the route to one view, where your troubles just melted away. He wanted to see this view where we now sat, one more time before he died, he had only made the walk twice previously having lived in the area all his life and then off he went. It was an awesome coming together of strangers. A real pleasure to meet you John. Lovely days people.
“ All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.” Homer.
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