My walk this week brings a change of weather on my holiday in Scotland and with that change I have been doing some wave watching.
To be fair, this wild and windy day was one of only a couple of days like this in the whole fortnight. Also, where we are in south west Scotland, weather like this is just another form of entertainment.
My iPhone does not take kindly to the amount of wind blowing on this day so I had to do some jiggery pokery to try and improve the sound quality. It’s not perfect by any means but the original was insufferable. This is a wild and wonderful place
You may consider these videos similar but the waves and their rhythms I find mesmerising.
My walk this week was up to a forest that is now gone, a forest or woodland which I used to enjoy enormously – but it is not permanent.
I have posted many times about what was a coniferous woodland and last year, when the trees were harvested, I was as devastated as the landscape. However, my walk this week showed me the footpaths had been cleared, new saplings were planted and the remnants of the old wood were getting hidden by fresh new greenery coming through. I was delighted 🙂
The sounds of the old coniferous trees and the ambience of that type of woodland was something I also enjoyed very much. But again I was delighted to hear the very different sounds of a multitude of small birds taking advantage of what is currently a more open landscape.
Forest Gone Soundscape
I look forward to returning many more times to this place, watching and listening as a new deciduous woodland develops.
My walk this week is from ten years ago and features an annual event that would be taking place again this year if it were not for the Covid-19 lockdown restrictions.
It is a StillWalks® video that has never been shared as it features a fair number of people. However, as ten years have passed, I hope this will not be an issue and this year’s event will be missed by many.
My walk this week meant that I was working up above the place I have been working in for the past nine months. Sitting outside at break times in good weather, I would look up at the hills overlooking the bay and wonder if there was a footpath that would allow me to look down from above.
Finally, this week, the opportunity arose and on investigation I discovered there is no footpath and some of the land is private. However, a helpful resident told me his kids play up there and on taking a closer look, I found the route they had worn over time.
It was a steep clamber through the wild woods but on reaching a rocky outcrop near the top, I was rewarded with the views I had been seeking. I felt a bit like an intruder to a hidden lair but and I cannot imagine many other people (if any) making their way up there. With my kit bag on my back and seemingly insistent on dragging me back down the hill head over heels, I was grateful to find a rope tied between a few tree trunks to aid the persistent climber.
The soundscape reveals the ambience of the bay as well as that of the woods. Sitting on the outcrop of rocks the full scene could be heard with deep rumble of traffic beneath the mid pitches of the sea and the higher pitches of seagulls. Turning back to dip down from the edge of the slope the ambience changed – the traffic disappeared, the sea became distant and flies could be heard buzzing among the damp undergrowth.
Back in the woods on my precarious downward journey, jays were calling vociferously. But as always seems the case with jays, I couldn’t tell whether they were arguing about something or laughing their heads off at a good joke (probably me negotiating the steep, muddy slope).