The sky is easy, it’s all the stuff under it that’s hard. Some how this seems like a philosophical maxim. Yeah, all you indigo children shoot down out of the sky to earth and then you have to deal with the trees and scrub in the gorge. You are warned.
CHEDDAR GORGE, SOMERSET
Did you know it would be so hard, down here on the earth, rooting around in the gorge for food and combatting bloody insects? Be wary or you might end up like Cheddar Man, a skeleton in the gorge, lost for 9,000 years.
The gorge attracts 500,000 visitors per year and is susceptible to flooding, you in your chair sobbing about nothing on a Sunday. You might think the gorge was barren of anything of interest, but several species of wildflower and herb grow here, one nearly obliterated by collectors. Even three species unknown to science have been discovered recently here. You just never know what’s on the ground you are walking on.
Climbing a rock ain’t so bad; hominids have done it since prehistoric times. Come firewitch, come hornbeam, we forge on in the gorge.
Plus you can turn it into a neat-oh digital jigsaw, thus ensuring your brain has something to sort out to keep it in line.
And if that doesn’t do it, knit a sweater and give the brain something to count. When not rock climbing, the brain likes to count things. Numbers, are the Cheddar Gorge sky for the brain.
Proof that any postcard can be turned into a philosophical treatise.
And you thought they were ephemeral bits of card stock hanging around in a drawer!!