Ten Experiences of Wild
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The Red Admiral butterfly flitting on to my hand, and settling a moment to dust his wings. Feeling touched by magic….
The sound of the Wild Boar cracking fallen walnuts and snorting, close to the house…
The necklace of Lapis Lazuli I was given by my boyfriend. It’s silver veins sparkling like sunlight on water. Feeling loved…
The warm wind from the tropics whipping round me, caressing my skin, and spinning golden autumn leaves into a whirlwind…
Standing in the Negev desert, when there was nothing but gently undulating sand in every direction. Nothing had ever seemed so vast…
Diving into a wide river, my whole body being gently pulled and pushed by its flow, and the duck gliding serenely past…
Lying down in a wildflower meadow in the mountains of the Pyrenees, and the shock of smelling strong wild garlic…
In France, hearing a high yelp from above me. My head snapping up to see a huge golden eagle circling in the limitless sky above, eyeing me up as prey…
The delight of the moment when they delivered the new coffee table to my first house. Running my hand along the grain of the wood, and smelling pine…
Standing, awestruck, in Devon, in the dark of the night, close to the roaring sea. The waves rearing up before me at twice my height. The moonlight catching the spray that flicks, cold into my face…
Photograph courtesy of Peter Reid.
This article was first published on December 20th 2012
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