Winter In Dorset

 

Common beech (Fagus sylvatica) Beech boughs covered in snow against a white sky Beaminster Down, Dorset, England March 2004
Common beech (Fagus sylvatica)
Beech boughs covered in snow against a white sky
Beaminster Down, Dorset, England
March 2004

Winter is approaching here in Dorset, and that is no bad thing. Here in Dorset. Because Dorset is beautiful in the winter! I mean, let’s be honest, Dorset is beautiful all year round, it is beautiful in the Spring when green spreads across the land, when the Dorset flowers start to leap out of the ground and we all start emerging without quite so thick coats and hats and gloves. It is beautiful in the summer when the sun is shining and the flowers and the trees are in full bloom, when we all rejoice and run through the beautiful hills and round the lovely trees and embrace life and love.

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It is beautiful in Autumn, when the leafs turn golden and fall at our feet. When we walk through the leaves kicking them freely and enjoying the colours. Such joy, such unrelenting joy. And now we find ourselves in winter, borrowing down and getting ready for the cold months ahead.

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You got to get warm! I’ve been starting with the wardrobe personally. I’ve bought some beautiful winter bobble hats so I can look good in the cold snow. I’ve bought a new beautiful sheep skin coat so I can look more like Bane in the winter snow. I love the winter because I like big coats and hats and hoods. I think i like hiding myself, it is perhaps a confidence thing. I recently went through a bout of anxiety and I constantly found my self pulling the strings on my hood to close it around my face until all that was visable was my mouth. A bit like…

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“A tall and evil shape, mounted upon a black horse… The rider was robed all in black, and black was his lofty helm; yet this was no Ringwraith but a living man … his name is remembered in no tale, for he himself had forgotten it.”
—The Return of the King

Which can’t really be a good sign. The Mouth Of Sauron is a man who had fallen so deeply into darkness that he had forgotten his name, forgotten himself completely. He was merely the weapon and extension of another. The body of a body-less evil. I hope not to become that at any point in any way.

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I hope to enjoy Dorset in all its beauty. And do it all in peace and happiness.

Merry Christmas. Almost.