Beautiful Surrey. Church and village of Albury with Pitch Hill on the horizon, deep into autumn and nearing sunset, near Newlands Corner, Surrey Hills, England.
Commentary.
When you remember an area for nearly sixty years.
When you’ve walked it, absorbed it, luxuriated in it,
camped in it, competed in orienteering competitions here, day and night, taught many children about its culture, habitats, natural history, people, history and geography and seen them come to love the natural world as a result, it becomes very, very special.
When you’ve studied it from “O” level to Degree level, come to know its beautiful villages, their residents and the way of life.
When it is the most wooded and one of the most splendid parts of South-East England.
When it has seeped into your soul.
When you feel its geology, pedology, flora, fauna, history, geography and culture rise through the leather of your walking boots, with every twist and turn you become part of it,
it has become part of you.
When the spirit of the trees, the gurgle of the streams
and the therapeutic effect of wide, expansive vistas
of glorious landscapes speak to you, a bond, a love has been forged that will never die.
Such is this area to me.
Its spirit is in my D.N.A.
I am it.
It is me.
C’est la vie.
Beautiful Surrey. Church and village of Albury with Pitch Hill on the horizon, deep into autumn and nearing sunset, near Newlands Corner, Surrey Hills, England.
Commentary.
When you remember an area for nearly sixty years.
When you’ve walked it, absorbed it, luxuriated in it,
camped in it, competed in orienteering competitions here, day and night, taught many children about its culture, habitats, natural history, people, history and geography and seen them come to love the natural world as a result, it becomes very, very special.
When you’ve studied it from “O” level to Degree level, come to know its beautiful villages, their residents and the way of life.
When it is the most wooded and one of the most splendid parts of South-East England.
When it has seeped into your soul.
When you feel its geology, pedology, flora, fauna, history, geography and culture rise through the leather of your walking boots, with every twist and turn you become part of it,
it has become part of you.
When the spirit of the trees, the gurgle of the streams
and the therapeutic effect of wide, expansive vistas
of glorious landscapes speak to you, a bond, a love has been forged that will never die.
Such is this area to me.
Its spirit is in my D.N.A.
I am it.
It is me.
C’est la vie.