During the summer (yes, I know…what summer?), I visited and stayed in Somerset. This was part of my summer job which involved going to an outdoor pursuit centre. You read it right – an outdoor pursuit centre. Now, I’m a city girl, my version of ‘outdoor pursuits’ consists of: petrol fumes, crowds and decrepit 1960s buildings, not fresh air, nature and rock-climbing.
I’m not going to write about how many bruises I got (unfortunately, I wasn’t the winner of Sexy Legs of 2016) or about how bl**dy terrified I was of caving – but ended up loving it – or even how I was spoilt with delicious, home-cooked meals (the diet starts next year….) What I am going to write about what I saw.
Now, have you ever been to a place where the view is so spectacular that you just feel absolute peace? Have you ever been to a place where you want to take the view home to show everyone the beauty of it all? I wish I could have taken a photograph of the view but I fear even the latest camera technology could not capture that feeling of absolute awe.
“Sometimes, these views can only be captured by our own eyes.”
I mentioned that I’m not going to write about what I did there but I do feel that I need to explain how I got to this view in the first place. I was on the way back from an expedition – I do love a bit of walking, it’s good for the soul – it was lunch time which was quite a relief as my feet were beginning to ache. After making our way through the forest, we reached a grassy area, just as the sun began to rise through the rain and drizzle.
Luckily enough, this grass was on a steep hill, as I sat and rested – there was this view. The view of Bristol, Clifton Suspension Bridge and Wales…to me that was a view. You could see the view of life – people in cars driving along to their jobs, to their families, you could see houses and factories, where people are working, loving, being; you could see life…the world was turning.
Unless you are lucky to live in a ‘beauty spot’, views like this only exist on travel programmes, or Escape to the Country or even on Poldark.
I don’t know exactly where I was when I saw this view. All I know I was in Somerset, that’s all. Sometimes, these views can only be captured by our own eyes. They can only be special when we don’t know where we are.
Where’s your favourite view?