At the beginning of the summer holidays my friend David and I had agreed to meet up and go hill walking. Today we met to explore standing stones nearby his home then afterwards ascend Dunsinane Hill and walk onto Kings Seat.
At our start point David was surprised to learn that I had not brought along my film camera. My reason being that I wished to wholly immerse myself into our shared experience. Generally when I go out to take photographs, I go alone. I am selfishly on a mission to greedily capture and I do not want to compromise. Such times can only be shared with an equally keen and selfish eye.
Parking on the roadside we entered a small wooded area. Hidden within its interior two standing stones, modest in stature and camouflaged by moss. A large fallen tree with a surprisingly shallow root stock had demolished in half a tin roofed building of unknown use. From the wreckage I salvaged 5 nails with accompanying washers.
A short drive away we began the ascent of Dunsinane Hill. Although the sun was out, grey clouds in the distance threatened rain. Whatever the elements decided to share though my day would not be spoiled. At the summit the wind blustered rudely in our faces but the panorama was the reward for our hard work.
The remainder of our walk was a synthesis of sun and blustery winds as we descended and ascended on route to Kings Seat. Although it threatened rain the showers prevailed on the periphery. On our way we encountered grazing farm animals, a frog, buzzards and two deer. We did our upmost to avoid the ticks!
I took only one photograph with my mobile phone on our walk when we reached the summit of Dunsinane Hill. Truly though I did not need to take even that, as the shared experience with my friend was all that was required to nourish and inspire me.