December 22nd, 2020

Q-O-T-D

“The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never seen anybody really find the answer. They think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.”
Ken Kesey

The draw of nature

Fat Man's Alley, South Brent, Devon
Fat Man's Alley, South Brent, Devon

You can just about see it in the top right-hand corner: an old wooden style that is the starting point for Fat Man's Alley (for all the skinny folk!) leading on to Penstave Woods. It's actually more a Copse, but I like to think of it as my version of a dense, North American forest. More particularly, it follows the path of the River Avon, the river that runs through my village. If you follow me on Twitter or Instagram, you'll have seen many pictures of the river, a few featuring Alfie — our supercharged, never-tired-out Sprocker.

Why am I sharing this with you? I'm not a nature writer after all — at least not yet. Well, because as my kids well know, Penstave Woods or, more precisely, any spot near to the River Avon, is where I'd like my ashes scattered. Yes, I've already shared that amount of detail because I don't want it said that I didn't organise my affairs; but more particularly, I feel a strong affinity — an abiding one — with the locus. Quite why I can't really say but all I know is that as well as enjoying some superb hours trampling around the woods and watching Alfie do his let's-get-dirty-as-hell thing, there's always been a strong sense of ancestry. What do I mean? I mean I can feel the presence of the elders of old who I'd like to join that or the earth gods have work for me!

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