Milky white peaks charmed their senses – Dead Deer

Milky white peaks charmed their senses.

The early morning still had that fresh prick of cold in it, despite the sun rising ever earlier. The fresh promise of the dawn compensated for this exhilarating discomfort. Nervous but joyful laughter gently moved the air as they gathered. Unseen for now they all knew there was a mountain waiting them and they were keen to get the early stages out of the way.

The light fog above and beyond slowly cleared as heat seeped into the sun and the gentle green slopes gave way to steeper, plainer ground. Now the magnificent peak was clear to see, both intimidating and welcoming. Mid morning and a brief stop to brew some coffee which burst onto their taste-buds in a way that suggested they were hungrier than they realised.

Here was wild garlic underfoot, the homely aroma that seems to expand and fill the air lifted their spirits and their hunger. Six and a half hours walking and it was time to eat. For them, in that moment, the simple food tasted like very heaven. The easy part was behind them.

Silently they marched on, this section strenuous but not hard. The real difficulties lay ahead and they each thought their own thoughts about the challenges yet to come, as they listened to each other’s breathing and to the bird song.

Finally, the rock under-hand cold and hard to the touch, they tasted the pure clean air of the true high mountains.

Today I wrote from 22:34 to 22:44. I was prompted by ideas here. My other writings here. All my prompted writing here, and my tweets here

Pennies From Heaven – Dead Deer

As we climbed the hill, ever higher, our breath became deeper and harder. Revelling in the clean air here we pushed onwards. Finally up on the summit we paused and marvelled at the glories of the earth stretched out below and all around. In the far distance mountains thrust like fingers stretching toward the heavens, reaching for the sun. Even at this time of the year those fingertips sported crisp white nail polish.

Swivelling around to drink in the astonishing views we looked down at the great lake. From up here it resembled a very large puddle and we spotted a few specks out there. The strong light dappled as it reflected on the dark blue water; a fabulous day for a sail.

Deeply taking in one more lungful of this high air we started our descent on the far side, heading for the lake. As we wended our way we occasionally lost the path, but knew that as long as we kept going down and toward the sun we would eventually attain the lakeside. As we gradually came nearer to the beautiful expanse of water the specks grew and gained some form. With each glimpse we began to distinguish between them.

One particularly began to draw our attention, as it seemed to be moving ever more erratically. The sailor must have been a novice, we thought. I confess freely here that we allowed ourselves to be amused at the spectacle, as unkind as we knew that to be.

Now we are nearly at water level, and we think we understand; the owner of the small dinghy must be drunk. Their staggering and stumbling movements on board mirrored those of the boat itself on the water. Then as we approached the shore, yet another surprise; they appeared to be naked.

We reached for our binoculars and brought them to our eyes, and finally we did understand. Pigs are no more meant to stand on hind legs then they are meant to sail boats on lakes. We caught sight of its bewildered snouty face just moments before the panicky porcine pilot tumbled overboard.

Today I wrote from 08:57 to 09:07 AND then again from 11:23 to 11:33 as my stupid bloody phone lost it the first time. I was prompted by ideas here. My other writings here. All my prompted writing here, and my tweets here