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| Sender's report |
| Submissions |
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9.30 I arrive at the car park. There is only one other car around.
I’m wrapped up well as it’s cold and I put on my walking boots.
The air is crisp, the sun is shining and it looks to be a joy – again
- to walk around here. White frost is on the grasses and heather
bushes. When I get to the chosen spot it is 9.55 and I decide to look at the view first, taking in the panorama as well as the details. The rhododendron leaves are hanging down, protection against the frost. The buds will burst open in reds and purples not too many months from now. There are beeches, birches and pine trees. |
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I turn around to look at the other side I see that some trees are
leaning over. There must be a strong wind here at times. Next it’s the marker behind the bench I focus on. The name of the bench apparently is ‘Grovestins’. I ponder the words. ‘Grove’ means ‘rough’ and ‘stins’ is an old northern word for ‘a noble dwelling’. The noble dwelling I can imagine here, but ‘rough’? Could this be because of the strength of the wind? I then use my other senses, starting with listening. There is cooing of pigeons and hammering of an occasional woodpecker, and some other birds I can hear twittering. But there is also the rumble of traffic in the distance and occasionally I hear sawing machines and tractors at work in the grounds. There is not a lot to be smelled or tasted but there is of course touch. I touch the roughness of the bark of the trees and the smooth leaves of the bilberries growing here. And my body is giving signals off of cold and heat. My toes are getting cold and my body inside my jacket is nice and warm. Finally, I focus on the people. There is nobody about at the moment, but I’m aware of people’s presence all the same. The friendly gamekeeper in his little van I came across and greeted just now, my fellow-runners who have more or less annexed these grounds, the royals, past and present, whose domain this is. When I leave the spot half an hour after my arrival there, I recall that in a way I started sending yesterday when I came here for my weekly 15-km run, and I tuned into today’s ‘work ahead’. It was mainly in the area of the lakes and brooks that I thought of the remote viewing project yesterday. Last night I heard from Harry that people already had started sending in reports and I wondered whether this had anything to do with my running and thinking of the project. |
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