Wittenham Clumps.
I follow the path, through flocks of nervous sheep, over frozen grass to the pinnacle of Wittenham Clumps. Rolling green hills with snow capped peaks stretch fourth in abundance before me, and in that very moment, I am swept away in the undulating flow of Mother Nature. Such beauty I have not encountered or perceived for some time now, yet it is right here on my doorstep! I take a few moments to comprehend and with great countenance, I admire the elegant artistry of this magnificent piece of countryside I call my home.
I stop to sit upon a near by bench, where I take some time to correlate my thoughts. I find myself being ever more drawn to nature and the flow of the world at large. I watch red kites hovering overhead, searching, scanning, and scrutinizing the hills for a stray mouse or rabbit that has let its guard down. I watch the river, flow beneath the horizon glistening in the midday sun and the flood plains drenched to its east bank. I contemplate the nature of the grey temperate clouds, that hover overhead in their ever-changing visceral complexity and I am happy to be here amongst nature, pondering the rhythm and flow of life.
Leaving the river to run, the kites to hunt and the clouds to brood I head fourth on my journey towards the near by forest. The woods of Wittenham Clumps are surely a marvellous spectacle to behold. I meander, slowly and thoughtfully, between great oak trees that rise as giants above my head. Their spindly canopies, devoid of leaves, frost bitten in crisp winter air, looked like the very fingers of Jack Frost himself. I feel the cold, crisp, brittle crackle of fallen autumnal leaves beneath my feet, the forest floor laden with patchwork of orange, brown and yellow is A homage to the season past,. Fallen trees branches litter the forest floor, each soaked in draping of the greenest moss I have ever seen and at that very moment, I catch a glimpse of a row deer, running scared, scurrying into the distance, certainly panicked by my lumburous, noisy footsteps.
I stayed there, at Wittenham Clumps, for many hours and I will go there many times again. I felt a great affinity with that place and I truly believe that Wittenham Clumps, will forever contain and foster a piece of my heart.
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