Stick #6
Bed,Thando and 3 year old Charmaine from Bethesda North Wales find stick 6 and take it for its first walk up the mountain.
Hi Ben, Thando, Charmaine - thanks for leaving the stick for me to find. It’s in my porch in Fort William awaiting the right moment for a new adventure…. It’s coming soon I think!
Richard leaves stick for next walker!
I found this stick on Christmas eve 2006.
I was down in Wales visiting my brother and family and friends.
It had been foggy for days, thoughts becoming deep and dark as the weather with no relief - so the urge to get some fresh air became very strong.
I set out for a walk a bit too late in the day and with the remains of
a hangover still scratching at my brain….. and as is often the case,
just kept walking instead of turning back. Heading up the hill, further and further, beyond the end of the tracks and into the featureless fog.
Then, planted in a crevice in the rocks I came upon what looked like a sheperds crook.
I won’t lie - it looked too good just to leave there even though it
might have belonged to someone else - but upon inspection, it turned out that its purpose in life was indeed to be stolen!
In some way that this gave additional inspiration and impetus to my
wanderings so I carried on upwards even though it was getting late and I knew that I was vaguely ascending high onto the slopes of Carnedd Dafydd. But something was drawing me upwards.
As I carried on scrambling upwards, a glow began to appear up ahead and the fog began whisking too and fro like hurrying wraiths, allowing glimpses of light beyond.
Then all of a sudden I emerged above the fog and found to my amazement that the whole of North Wales was under a perfect inversion!The tops of hills poked out of the cloud and it looked as though a person could just step out and walk between the peaks.
Where the sea and the valleys should have been there was instead just a perfect ocean of cloud.
I sat for what seemed like hours but was probably but a few minutes, absorbing the peace, the calm, the beauty.
I waited as long as I could until the sun began to dip and the cold
began to reach out and start searching for bones.
I dropped down into the now gathering gloom and found the path leading back to the village.
On the way down the track, ponies stared suspiciously back out of the gloom and distant farmhouses began to glimmer dimly for Christmas.
It turned out, after New Year, when I was back home in Scotland, that the stick had been left by a friend of mine and his family, when on a similar wander a few days before - Cheers Ben et al!!!
Stick number 6 is lazier than me however and is still currently
residing in my porch near Fort William waiting for the correct
opportunity to make a run for it…….
This will happen very soon
Comment by uncleratzo — September 11, 2007 @ 12:37 am