Through the Garden WindowKenneth WebbThrough the Window, Fort Perch Lighthouse, New Brighton, Brighton-Le-SandsComment

To Catch the Wind Upon My Face

Through the Garden WindowKenneth WebbThrough the Window, Fort Perch Lighthouse, New Brighton, Brighton-Le-SandsComment
To Catch the Wind Upon My Face

THROUGH THE GARDEN WINDOW

16 March 2025

TO CATCH THE WIND UPON MY FACE

No matter the weather, I like to start each day in the garden.

In the winter months this often commences with uncovering plants that I have protected overnight against the frost and carrying from my study ~ often referred to as the garden room by the family ~ the Troughs with tiny conifers and other plants so that photosynthesis can continue its miraculous operation. It is the very heartbeat of Nature.

It gives me an opportunity to gather my thoughts as I sit quietly and enjoy a coffee and read about some aspect of nature and ornithology.

I have three books that are my daily anchor points. Many others also sail into view, so that if one views life from the bridge of a ship or deck of a small boat, then we have a flotilla. The larger the flotilla, the greater the variety of craft, and the wider and more comprehensive my knowledge and understanding become. A slow process.

My daily appointment with Nature is sacrosanct. And on those days when extreme weather argue that wisdom suggests that I stay inside the French doors, I agree, but I do still step out, even if only for a moment, to catch the wind upon my face.

All the cobwebs are blown away. Cares of the world are made to rest a step or two. This is now my time , and I will not countenance its interruption. Is this a new thing? No.

When I lived high up on the Liverpool Waterfront, every morning I would carefully open one of the lounge windows to have the sea spray and the salt air on my face and to gaze upon the Fort Perch Rock and the New Brighton Lighthouse on the Wirral estuary, the gateway to Liverpool and Birkenhead from the Irish Sea. The lighthouse gave me my day’s equilibrium, my navigation point.

Then followed a brisk walk to the Moorfields Station to catch the Tube to work, either five miles along to Waterloo or winding beside the Coastal Road to Southport.



16 March 2025
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