A World of Nature
I sit on what was once the bed of the Silurian sea 428 million years ago. Surrounded by newly existent trees — green and ripe with the renaissance of spring — roots older than I can imagine but along the respective lineage new and full of hope. The Sun welcome on my neglected skin.
This plot of nature reserved for its fossils and although only stretching itself a couple of miles — civilisation resuming at the edges — it is a little world unto itself that I frequent with pleasure in my heart.
I often wake up extra early to for a chance visit my local nature reserve uninhibited by the humdrum of normal life. I know the place like the back of my hand, and I love witnessing the subtle changes in season’s overtime in such a tactile way.
When I was 14 years old, I had the opportunity to attempt the three peaks challenge; climbing the three highest mountain peaks in the UK within a 24 hour period.
One of my school friends lost his Grandma to leukaemia, and he had asked myself and two other schoolmates to take a crack at this feat to raise money in aid of the disease — along with his dad (the trusty steed driving us between the three peaks) and his older brother.
The mountains climbed were Ben Nevis, Scafell Pike and Mount Snowdon. The real challenge beyond the actual climbing itself was getting from one mountain to the next, which our driver did a heroic Job of. I remember hurling down the longest and straightest road I have ever been on past any cars that were doing less than 100mph and encumbering our need for speed.
I had so much fun on this adventure, the camaraderie between us as a team was excellent and we completed the challenge with well over an hour to spare. More than anything though, it was the beauty of the wilderness that has left the residual taste of nature at the tip of my tongue.
There is a world of nature around us, and all the data shows that green spaces heal us as human beings inextricably connected to the natural realm.