A magical morning

Escaping the rush hour traffic after watching the sunrise, I drove the car through narrow lanes, realising that I was following the map of memory. We passed through places to which we had walked as a family long ago, when the boys were just boys…. places where my son had walked long after he could no longer do so.

There were places where we had shared laughter with friends and  people we have loved, some of them now living only in our hearts. Places where we had made memories, some seeming almost as ancient as autumn, others as fresh as spring. And as we drove, we found ourselves on higher ground where the sprinkling of snow had settled and turned the world to white.

We were lucky that the roads were reasonably clear as we climbed the hill that winds around Ivinghoe Beacon, to the modern remnant of the five-thousand-year old Ridgeway.  Once it ran coast to coast, but towns and cities have broken the ancient trackway and the Beacon now marks its end.

Hoping that our luck would hold, and that we would be able to get back to the road,  I risked the deep, snow-covered ice of a favourite parking spot. The view across the Vale to Dunstable Downs is usually highlighted by the white silhouette of the Whipsnade Lion carved into the chalk of the hillside. The distant hills, though, were uniformly white and beautiful in the light of the newborn sun.

Once again, I left Nick at the car to go for a short wander… although this time I did remember the boots behind my seat. The ice under the snow was far too dangerous to risk helping Nick to the gate where he had taken such momentous steps one May Day.

The shadows painted the snow in that curious shade that always has me itching for my watercolours. My mind wandered to wondering whether phthalo blue or ultramarine with just a touch of alizarin crimson would capture it best…

Then I was distracted by the mass of birds flitting through the branches and a plethora of prints in the snow.

The rabbits, deer and sheep tracks were obvious. You could see where a loner had wandered in to take shelter in the little copse, and where a number of them had gathered in a green cave beneath the boughs of a venerable holly.

There were no other human footprints, and no dogs up here… which was a real shame, as Ani would have loved it had we known the snow would be there… but I loved being able to track their movements undisturbed. One or two of them, though, I could not identify.

I loved being out there in the crisp, sparkling silence, knowing that unseen, all around me, were hidden lives. Some of them, perhaps, watching me from the shadows… others oblivious to my presence and busy with their own affairs.

As I retraced my path to the car, the footprints made me very conscious of how we walk the earth, surrounded by such beauty and so many mysteries that often remain unseen, or unnoticed. The seemingly empty landscape was brimming with life. My solitary prints were just one story written upon the snow… but they were part of a much greater dance of life, with each tiny foot adding something unique to the tale.

Another reminder awaited us as we left, the continuing direction of our journey now dictated by the snow and ice beneath the wheels. To force the car to turn on that skating rink would have been futile at best… so we followed where the day wanted to lead us… and, by accepting our destined journey, were about to find ourselves in fairyland…

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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75 Responses to A magical morning

  1. I can literally feel your emotions. Beautifully written! A trip down the memory lane…

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  2. Thanks for taking us with you…

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  3. willowdot21 says:

    Beautiful thoughts and photos Sue I envy you and Nick on this physical and spiritual journey. 💜 Thank you for allowing us to join you.

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  4. Violet Lentz says:

    Footprints made you cautious of how we walk the earth… very poetic feel….

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  5. jenanita01 says:

    So glad you shared that magical moment, Sue. Looking at all those tracks in the snow, there must have been quite a party up there!

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  6. Stunning photos and words 🙂

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  7. SC Skillman says:

    This is such a beautiful, atmospheric piece of writing, almost dreamlike and meditative in its pace. Enchanting photos too.

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  8. Mary Smith says:

    Glorious morning.

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  9. Beautiful photos, Sue. ❤

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  10. trentpmcd says:

    Such a wonderful morning out and such beautiful photos.

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  11. rivrvlogr says:

    Taking your adventures where you can find them.

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  12. Michael says:

    Beautifully done Sue.

    Did i pick.up on some Bob Ross colours in there ! ?

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  13. Fabulous photos to go with a lovely post Sue. I agree with you, Ani would have loved it!

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  14. memadtwo says:

    Stories written upon the snow…thanks for sharing with us. (K)

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  15. How pretty. I love the way all those little tracks reminded you of the life in motion all around you that winter morning. It sounds like there may be a part 3… 🙂

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  16. joylennick says:

    Reblogged this on Joy Lennick and commented:
    As ever, beautifully written, Sue.

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  17. olganm says:

    Magical, Sue. Thanks for sharing the pictures and specially your thoughts.

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  18. Darlene says:

    Magical indeed!! Snow can be so beautiful. I love your thoughts as you experienced this delightful place.

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  19. Widdershins says:

    Unplanned adventures produce the most unexpected fruit, more often than not. 😀

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  20. Oh the wonders of winter–captured so perfectly in your beautiful post, Sue…

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  21. Thank you for the wonderful journey, Sue! You really have a great mystic area. Michael

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  22. Jennie says:

    This is so beautiful, Sue. Your feelings have jumped off the page (screen) onto me. To be one with the earth, a forager, nature’s fairy, is humbling and terribly exciting.

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  23. calmkate says:

    Wow great journey Sue, love your photos and feel like you took me there ❤

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  24. I hate the snow but it’s interesting to see it through your eyes. It’s warming here but it’ll be back down temp wise later this week.

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  25. Ohio that is, in the states.

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  26. mick25117 says:

    Great article. I find there is nothing as amazing and great as winter mornings where the snow lies across the world like a blanket

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