Amethyst and honey

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I can barely believe that it is almost a week since I left home for the north. Time seems to be flying by at present and leaving me behind. I had been chomping at the proverbial bit to get away, hoping that the heather, already coming into flower five weeks ago when I was last on the moors, would wait for me.

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I couldn’t face the motorway … I needed to unwind rather than deal with that kind of madness. Even so, I was glad traffic was light as I turned onto the old Roman road that cuts straight up the country towards Derbyshire. This road takes me through several counties and the countryside had that ephemeral, unmistakeable feel of approaching autumn. Bales of hay dot the fields, trees rise in verdant clouds above the seared grasses of late summer and the hedgerows are full of fruit and berries. Jewel colours of citrine and emerald. Beautiful… but I had driven over a hundred and fifty miles before I glimpsed a faint, smokey smudge upon the horizon. Perhaps there would still be some heather…

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I turned along the river valley towards Hathersage, thinking that here, at least, I would be able to see… No. Not a thing. The trees curve over the road, a green wormhole from which I could see nothing but the occasional glimpse of the crags above. Through the little town, up the narrow lane below the church that holds the grave of Little John…. And as I round the corner, a small patch of purple in full bloom. The next corner, a swathe…. Then I can see little as I climb the winding road beneath the cliffs of Stanage Edge… but by this time I am smiling. I pull over and a passing cyclist raises his eyebrows and grins. I am that transparent?

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It’s not that there was much heather to see… but I could enough to know there would be. I couldn’t quite tell whether it had not yet reached it best or had just passed it. Some clumps were that faded bronze of either side of that magical moment, others were prefect. Another hundred yards and I would find out… another hundred yards and I knelt in the heather and buried a tear-damp face in beauty.

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What is it about the heather? Apart from the sheer beauty of a land painted purple for miles and miles… of whole hillsides and mountains cloaked in colour… or the fragrance of honey mingling with the sharp, antiseptic tang of bracken? If the late-summer south is an emerald set in the spun gold of harvest, the moors in bloom amethyst tossed on a wedding veil. To many this landscape is always bleak… no matter what the season, its beauty is stark and spare… rocks and perpetual shades of autumn and grey. It is an old landscape, one I love with all my heart, but for those few brief weeks when the heather blooms….. I just know that the sight seems to call up the central sun from every atom of my being and together they blaze with a joy unlike any other.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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48 Responses to Amethyst and honey

  1. Traveling an ancient road through such land. Purple is suitable cloaking. Beautiful

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  2. inese's avatar inesephoto says:

    What a beautiful land!

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  3. What breathtaking scenery. Thanks so much for sharing it. Hugs!

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  4. Colleen Chesebro's avatar Silver Threading says:

    Absolutely breathtaking, Sue! How beautiful to see the heather and the actual color. I love it. Thanks so much for sharing! ❤

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  5. Mary Smith's avatar Mary Smith says:

    Beautiful, Sue, and I agree travelling the old roads is so much more enjoyable than the motorway. Looking forward to seeing what other pics you have taken on this journey.

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  6. Warm moist heather – memories! This is a lovely post, Sue.Jx

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  7. noelleg44's avatar noelleg44 says:

    The Roman purple! Glad you made it in time to see its glory!

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  8. jjspina's avatar jjspina says:

    Thank you, Sue, for sharing these beautiful photos. Such a lovely place. Wish I was there to walk the lovely roads. Blessings!

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  9. Wow…that last pic!

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  10. I want that to be my front yard!!! I have some Mexican heather, but I know it’s not the same.

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  11. Hathersage is one of my favourite parts of the world but since moving away I don’t get to visit often. You’ve captured it beautifully!

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  12. Eliza Waters's avatar Eliza Waters says:

    Pure bliss! I can absolutely understand your tie to this land. Visceral and deeply felt, I know that call in my own home landscape. Your post really expresses it so well!

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  13. macjam47's avatar macjam47 says:

    Thank you for sharing, Sue. What beautiful countryside, and the heather is absolutely gorgeous. Hugs, my friend.

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