Bird song can not be heard, only a duck breaks the silence, while it frightened flutters across the pond. A dense fog muffles the sound and blurs the detail.

I have walked here summer and winter.

Devoutly I pry the door open to No. 40, to the courtyard with the workshops, on a freezing cold winter day, where the only sound is the flowing water from the pond.

Small bells ring softly when the water breaks brittle ice floes loose in the dark creek and the White-throated Dipper sits quietly and shiver.

Now the summer is here. Flowering hawthorn, lilacs and blackthorn are intrusive with their scent and save memories of this day for neat orderly pictures in my memory.

Fragrances, related unimpeded to our experiences. Spring flowers are insistent with their fresh delicate sweet fragrance. The scents have direct access to our minds and intensify our perception of the present.

Enjoy nature and explore the small paths or climb a hill and ‘Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees’, so beautifully expressed by John Muir

I was born to catch dragons in their dens
And pick flowers
To tell tales and laugh away the morning
To drift and dream like a lazy stream
And walk barefoot across sunshine days.
I was born to find goblins in their caves
And chase moonlight
To see shadows and seek hidden rivers
To hear the rain fall on dry leaves
And chat a bit with death across foggy nights…
Sunshine Days and Foggy Nights by James Kavanaugh

Fuglesangen var forstummet, kun en and brød stilheden, mens den forskrækket baskede hen over dammen. En tæt tåge dæmpede lydene og slørede alle detaljer.

Jeg har vandret i Rådvad sommer og vinter.

Andægtigt har jeg lirket døren op til nr. 40, til gården med de arbejdende værksteder en iskold vinterdag, hvor den eneste lyd var vandet fra Rådvad Dam. Små klokker ringede sagte, når strømmen rev sprøde isflager løs i den mørke å, og vandstæren sad helt stille og skuttede sig.

Nu er det sommer. Blomstrende syrener, tjørn og slåen trænger sig på med deres duft og arkiverer minder om denne dag i velordnede billeder i min hukommelse.

Dufte, relaterer uhindret til vores oplevelser. Forårsblomsterne er insisterende, med deres friske fine søde duft. Duftene har direkte adgang til vores sind og intensiverer vores opfattelse af nuet.

Søg ud i naturen og få en fantastisk oplevelse.