Heysham
Vikings village
Basking, Brawling, Battling
Deathly deeds at Brunanburh
Vanquished.
©Alison Jean Hankinson.
The Vikings at Heysham may well have allied with the Scots and Britons at the Battle of Brunanburgh but the English were the victors.
Heysham
Vikings village
Basking, Brawling, Battling
Deathly deeds at Brunanburh
Vanquished.
©Alison Jean Hankinson.
The Vikings at Heysham may well have allied with the Scots and Britons at the Battle of Brunanburgh but the English were the victors.
Sense of Awe and wonder
Embrace the moment
negative ions create positive vibes
I have always been drawn to exploring the natural environment. As a young girl, I was forever roaming the hills and tracing rivers back to their source. I had no real idea of the real names of the flora and fauna but it didn’t stop me from getting pleasure from them. My earliest playground was a place called the “red river” that was a tributary of the Whitewell Brook and was named after the colour of the water that was supposedly tainted by copper-I suspect it was actually clay. In areas where the river had eroded steep channels, there was evidence of both clay and shale, and I invariably went home wet through and muddy as it was difficult to climb the steep sides and I invariably ended up waist deep in mud and water.
Thankfully Heysham has the healing beauty of the sea and I don’t have to wade through rivers. At my age that would probably be detrimental to my health especially if I slipped and fell. So why does that brief encounter with nature fill our cup up, what is it that heals us from our encounters with the natural world?
There are probably lots of others too, but for me, these are enough to stir me into getting up out of my chair and out into the natural world, even when I am under the weather.
Some of my nature-inspired poems- if you like poetry:
Storm clouds gather over Heysham Head.
Alison Jean Hankinson
Window frames sweated
in the sticky heat of late summer’s evening.
Bats darted through the boughs of silhouetted trees.
The sky was bloodshot and the glassy surface of the sea
reflected the haze of a lazy Sunday.
Stars peppered the night sky like grape-shot.
Alison Jean Hankinson
The challenge for d’Verse #35 this evening was to create a quadrille containing the word pepper to celebrate the 50th anniversary of Sgt Pepper…
So this is my offering.
The images were from last night’s sunset as viewed from the upstairs of the house.