Today was one of my days to go walking without my camera. Not something I consciously thought about as I left the house, it just happened. Dude and I went for a walk on Moncreiffe Hill, woodland trails and ancient hill forts with a beautiful vista at every point, definitely one of our favourite finds since moving to Perthshire. A place to visit when we just want to stretch our legs and get a bit of fresh air. We have walked the same paths many times but today, more than normal, I was aware of nature’s orchestra.
Although Dude and I go out walking “together” inevitably we end up walking separately for a number of reasons: 1) my legs are shorter than his and therefore I cannot walk as fast, 2) I normally have my camera and I stop quite a lot to photograph things that catch my eye. In all fairness he does stop periodically to make sure I am still bringing up the rear. Today was no different.
Except today I seemed to be more aware of the noise of nature. It could be because it has been a nice day, the sun has been shining, the birds have been more productive or it could be that the wind wasn’t howling that I was able to hear the birds better? Either way it was lovely. Ever noticed the flapping noise that pigeons make as they fly off? It’s actually quite loud.
Then there was the noise the trees were making as the light breeze blew through them, rustling with a hint of whistle. The noise seemed to differ from each tree type and of course there is the creaking as they move too.
The water flowing down the hillside that trickles and gurgles over rocks but flowing slower than it has for a while.
What about the noise that I make just by walking? My size five’s on the stones, in the mud and as I stand on twigs that are lay across the path. The noise my waterproof jacket makes as I swing my arm’s – a sort of swishing. Sometimes I would catch the sound of my breathing too.
At the summit of the hill fort with 360 degree clear views, across the rivers Tay and Earn, above the city of Perth and the Lomond hills in the distance there is a low rumbling. A white noise of traffic from the M90 as people go about their daily business.
Admire the view, mostly in silence, and take pictures with our minds eye. It will be different the next time we walk up, something will have changed and hopefully we shall notice.
I enjoyed my own marching band today – tweeting (not of the social media variety), rustling, whistling, creaking, trickles, gurgles, swishing, breathing (sometimes heavy), rumbling. All sounds of nature’s orchestra and something all too often we take for granted.
**I must point out that these images were taken on previous walks when my camera had accompanied me. The photograph directly above was taken of Perth city from the hill fort. And for those of you who are new to my blog Dude is my affectionate name for my other half**