Here in Atticland, we continue to hunker down beneath an almost permanent layer of low hanging greyness and I am doing my level best to stop whining about that fact. I realise that allowing my moods to be so affected by the colour of the sky is really rather silly and am trying to get over myself where this is concerned, honest I am. But still ------------- ugh (just a very small, acceptable amount of harrumph).
Waking up on Monday morning to yet another day cloaked in grey grey grey cloud and fog and I worked hard to squish the disappointment and look on the bright side. J and I were off out for a gad about, deciding to head upwards and take a little mooch around on the top of Ilkley Moor. I was worried as we drove through the fog, worried that we would end up a-top a rather bleak and wild moor enveloped in swirling grey mist. But the strangest thing happened as we drove up, up, up - we actually broke through the grey layer and found ourselves unexpectedly Above the Clouds!
The view across the valley from up here is usually spectacular, clear and far reaching, but on Monday the cloud did a fine job of hiding Ilkley away almost completely.
The cloud almost looked like smoke drifting about over the valley.....
....and it felt ever so slightly eerie to witness it constantly moving, shifting and changing as we strolled about on the moor top.
But look.....LOOK!!!!!! Up above the cloud layer there was blue sky and sunshine beaming down on us, oh what a treat!
We didn't walk far, this was more of a fresh-air gathering potter than a hike. We had no map, no route, just a vague feeling of wishing to walk around a bit to take in the blue sky (blue sky!) and breathe it all in. J and I talk non stop whilst we walk together, well that's to say that mostly it's me doing the yakking. I love that our conversations manage to dispel the feeling I often get where it seems as if my head is just too stuffed full of gumph. Writing helps enormously with this (here on my blog, and in my planner too), but there is something so comforting about talking it all out with someone who will simply just be there to listen. J is so good at doing it, he absorbs my almost constant stream of verbal gumph (plans, projects, observations, memories, thoughts, feelings, design ideas etc etc) so that I gradually feel relieved of the pressure of carrying it all around stuffed inside my head.
If I had to choose a place to go where I could release my mental gumph most effectively, it would most definitely be by the sea. But being an inland dweller, the next best thing is to get up on a hilltop high above the valleys, as close to the sky as possible. It's just so liberating, the feel-good for me when I do this simple thing is almost too much to put into words.
It's been quite some time since we were last up on Ilkley Moor, it really is lovely up there you know. Cold too, crikey, I most certainly wasn't "baht 'at" (Yorkshire dialect for "without a hat"). I was very glad of the crochet stitches on my head.
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