Ever had the wind knocked out of your sails when you were least expecting it. Being in the natural environment is where I often feel happiest. I can’t really explain it. I guess it means different things for different people. Some will get a spiritual or religious vibe.
For me its more of a grounding. I know who I am and what my path is on this planet. Especially when I visit places where the rocks are thousands of millions of years old. I love it, it puts everything into some kind of perspective. It also makes me get on and enjoy the coming days and weeks.
So here I was happily being at one with nature when that wind I spoke of got taken from my sails. To the irritation of my family I will talk to almost anybody. This is what I do, my mother was like it, aunties too. Often just a hello, good morning or wave of a hand.
People are lovely and not always but sometimes I’ll try and strike up a conversation with strangers. Now of course it doesn’t always work and there are people out there who would have you think that humans were dreadful. My only tip when you meet one, be polite and move on. In my experience two don’t normally come in succession.
What actually happened wasn’t anything really. I just wasn’t expecting negativity in that place, at that moment. The sign told us that the rock we were standing on used to be 75km below the earths surface level. Slowly over million of years it moved up at the speed a thumbnail grows until, hey presto! it was Knockan Crag.
My son and I were marveling at this, trying to get out heads around around this brand new fact in our arsenal of interesting information when some fellow tourists wandered by. I wanted to share my new found knowledge. The guy seemed a bit grumpy as if he thought it was a load of old tosh.
“How do they know, it seems a bit unlikely, people have to justify their university education somehow.” Wind out out of sails moment. Trust me to strike up a conversation with the only flat earth, climate denying, brexiteer on the hill. Oh well my own fault. My sons look to me said just that.
Maybe I’m being unkind to the passer by, he’s probably none of those things. I sometimes forget that hugging trees and being at one with rocks isn’t everyone’s thing, right? My inner voice said be polite and move on and apply the next rule. I did and heading back to the car the very next people we bumped into were lovely and just as interested to be spending time in this amazing place as we were.
‘Knockan Crag is a National Nature Reserve in the North West Highlands Geopark in Scotland. The low cliff was the site of much scientific research in the nineteenth century. It is the site of a feature known as the Moine Thrust where two continents collided millions of years ago’.