View From The Ridge

View From The Ridge

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Tonight we head out up the mountain, Slieve Croob, in the evening light. The first walk together for my daughter, her partner and their baby since he was born three weeks ago.

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High in the Mourne Mountains, above their home on the edge of Dromara Village, County Down, Northern Ireland – the view from the ridge towards Belfast is breath-taking. It sweeps west to take in Strangford Lough, and the mountains far off in County Tyrone, to the north-west.

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We climb steadily in the crisp cold, donning woolly gloves, and watch where we place our wellies in the diminishing light – lest we cause the new dad to fall on the new baby, tucked snugly inside his coat.

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Three horses stand watching the village lights come on in the valley below. I can smell them and wood smoke, and wet grass.

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Wind-hewn trees march along the drystone walls, sketching inky black lines across the horizon. The moon takes her rightful place, centre stage, and swathes us all in blue till we cant see our hands, our feet or faces. We become a part of the landscape. Which is how it should be. For, as humans, we are just one element of an amazingly complex natural world.

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This tiny new baby will forge his own path up the hill one day. He has his whole life before him.

It’s good to be there with him, at the beginning of all things.

View From The Ridge


About largelyhelen

Designer, photographer, writer.
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