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
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.
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.