I am enjoying dipping into The Idea of North by Peter Davidson.
The short epilogue called Keeping the Twilight is a delightful read and sent me out with the camera at dusk..
Alone in the winter afternoon, suddenly you notice the light fading. The inevitable moment of loneliness.
He regrets for a moment leaving his friends in the south. Describes the ritual of lighting the fire.
He regrets for a moment leaving his friends in the south. Describes the ritual of lighting the fire.
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He imagines night descending in Norway and Sweden.
the grey painted rooms of Stockholm have been dim with evening for over an hour....Night has moved down island by island, Faroes, Shetlands Orkneys..Stromness is dark now....the light is going fast even in the cities of the south. The Edinburgh shore recedes. Newcastle is dim with mists from the river...wet cobbles reflect shop lights in Alston and Appleby...on the western slopes of the Pennines red sun flashes a moment in Black Moss then sinks in cold above Manchester.
He imagines night descending in Norway and Sweden.
the grey painted rooms of Stockholm have been dim with evening for over an hour....Night has moved down island by island, Faroes, Shetlands Orkneys..Stromness is dark now....the light is going fast even in the cities of the south. The Edinburgh shore recedes. Newcastle is dim with mists from the river...wet cobbles reflect shop lights in Alston and Appleby...on the western slopes of the Pennines red sun flashes a moment in Black Moss then sinks in cold above Manchester.
Here in my village on the shores of Loch Long the melancholy cry of a lone oystercatcher, the deepening cold, and the 'Card Full' symbol on my camera had me hurrying gratefully home.
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