When I set out this morning the air felt cool and the sea reflected a wonderful Autumn light.Autumn has many memories for me including the foggy morning walks on Salisbury Plain as a 12 year old in search of mushrooms. Foggy mornings in Autumn are special and I can remember walking for miles without seeing anyone tying to make out the indestinct shapes ahead of me. In a fog everything seems upside down and confusing. As the morning moved towards midday gradually the sun would break through and images that I had mistakenly thought were one thing turned out to be another thing entirely. As I walked this morning the coolness of the air reminded me of my early walking adventures and how these "foggy" days apply to my life just as much today. Often I am concerned about things that worry me or I wish I had done better. Or perhaps it may be a future concern about things yet to come that I cannot see clearly . My "foggy" morning memories act as a continuous reminder that sometimes we just have to wait until things become clearer and more distinct before taking decisions or being too concerned.
Walking for 10 miles once a week always gives me time to think about about issues that are important to me and are on my mind and also gives me a chance to pray about them. I always return from my journey more trusting and certainly less "foggy ".
Today's walk involved interesting random scarecrows prepared for the Branscombe village fete. I rested by one of them who at first I half mistook for a real person waiting for the bus. The hedgerows were full of late summer butterflies making the most of the ripest blackberries.
From the woods Buzzards called to each other and the sea shone like silver as middle aged men fished off the shoreline for mackerel. What a privilege it is to enjoy these Golden hours.
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