A weak sun illuminates the scene from time to time, warming gently from on high. The fields in front of me are empty of sheep, the gate swings open and tractor tracks pattern the snow on the lane. My mind is wandering around the corridors of memory, searching for images of the farmer whose sheep filled the land in front of me. His was the old Land Rover which passed by on the day we first came to view the house, locked into the rhythms of rural life, of tending flock and pasture.
In an hour or two we will be at his funeral. He prematurely left this life in mid November on the day my late father-in-law was born. His presence in this valley has been slight since just before lambing time, his life ebbing away as new life was born. His family have farmed the land for generations, they are part of the historical framework of the village. Black and white photographs in the pub bear testament to the characters, once in abundance, who shared the burden of rural life in these hills and valleys. As each year passes they become fewer and fewer, their spirits absorbed into rock, moor, stream and meadow.
As I look across these frozen fields today I see only a man standing ruminatively with flat cap on his head, pipe in mouth and sheepdog by his side, watching over his flock. It was a real image, one day when I opened the curtains; now it is just in my mind's eye.
But the time has come to step out into the softly falling snowflakes, into a landscape suffused with peace, to commit this well-loved man to God and earth. To eternity.
10 comments:
What a fine eulogy.
Beautifully crafted as always; fitting tribute
Beautifully put.
It is so hard to witness the passing of a generation and a way of life.
God bless you with bells on from The Enchanted Village. Do you know, I think our communities could be twinned. x
A beautiful tribute. And a beautiful view to match.
You can write mine too. No need to rush (I think)you have plenty of time.
Just found you and I'm slowly working through your archive.
A beautiful piece, eloquently written.
Love your sense of the age of the landscape and those who shape and work it.
Great photos too - love the header.
NICE POST! I'm glad I found this blog!!
Steve
Common Cents
http://www.commoncts.blogspot.com
What a wonderful post. god, how I miss our trips to Castleton.
Thank you everyone for your kind and lovely comments, so very much appreciated.
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