On the last two Sundays we have forsaken the warmth of a cosy bed and headed out into the cold. We wanted to share what the trees witness: darkness, stars, the quiet of night, the half-light that comes with a full moon in a cloudless sky, and the coming of day. We were rewarded with fire and ice.

Trees have a circadian rhythm in much the same way that all living things do. At night they enter a state that we might call sleep; a slowing down of functions and a relaxation of their branches. It’s as if there’s a temporary withdrawal of the senses. And for a deciduous tree, with the loss of leaves in winter, a quieter phase of ‘sleep’ extends for months.

super moon over little ashy hawthorn

We walked to the Little Asby hawthorn two nights before the Supermoon reached its fullness (when we knew it would be obscured by cloud). The sky was clear. We had no need for torches as we walked across the open fell. The night was absolutely still and when we sat beneath the tree we could hear nothing except our own breath.

The moon was a pale orb and it sank, westwards, as if guided to the horizon by the branches of the tree. The land darkened and the pin-prick stars became brighter. The stillness of the night seemed to deepen the sleep of the leafless hawthorn.

Harriet Fraser writing beneath the Little Asby Hawthorn
Writing beneath the Little Asby Hawthorn

Being under the stars, undisturbed, is a rare treat: sharing this with the quiet twisted hawthorn made it feel all the more special. There is something sacred about moments like this and the simple experience of watching the slow drift of constellations. Our slowing down was slowed even further, if that’s possible, by the darkness. We rested with the tree for the last hour of night, caught up in the stillness.

Just as darkness began to give way to a hint of light, an owl called out, a repeated welcome to the day, and as the sky became paler ground-nesting birds all around us added their voices to the  morning. The coming of light was gradual at first, so that night-black became cobalt, the stars faded and disappeared, and a soft orange crept up from the eastern horizon. It seemed as if the dawn would be subtle and pale, held under a lid of cloud, until the sun’s rays broke through and the sky turned to fire. We had walked under the brightest moon, gazed at an infinite starscape, and now here we were cheering at the beauty of a dancing dawn sky. We were elated for hours.

The Little Asby Hawthorn : Tree at Sunrise

The following weekend when we saw the forecast for early morning mist on Ullswater we decided to get up early once more. After a late Saturday night at Kendal Mountain Festival we went to bed with slightly raised adrenalin, the kind that you experience when you know there’s only a few hours’  sleep to grab before you’ll be getting up to set out on an expedition.

The alarm went off at 4.30am and we stole ourselves away with a flask of coffee. In Glencoyne Park we crunched through snow in the dark, winding beneath sycamores, ash trees, hazels, birch and hawthorns, our torches lighting up their lichen covered branches. As we gained height the mist curled back from the surface of the lake, revealing a mercury pool edged by black hills.

Glencoyne Pine at Dawn

This night was not so still, nor as balmy, as the previous Sunday at the hawthorn. The moon had waned to half its size and hung, as if suspended, high in the west making the night sky blue and turning all the snow to pearl. It was very, very, cold. By the time we reached the Glencoyne Pine, which sits at a height of 420 metres, the swift wind was sending freezing air in our direction.

Ice at dawn in Glencoyne

Snow quietens land and makes everything seem asleep. It also makes slopes a bit treacherous, so our experience of a sublime and cold land was also an experience of slipping and holding on, in between quieter moments. We sat with the tree, its rust red trunk a tower of strength and certainty in the half light. As the sky lightened in the east, banks of clouds rolled over the fells.

Glencoyne Pine over snowy landscape

Dawn was pale and grey but, as it had been at the Hawthorn, there was drama to come, and when the sun rose above the clouds it illuminated the snow-covered fell, larches, beech trees and bracken, adding golds. With the colour of fire in its bark, the pine did what it does best: stands strong, above it all.

Half moon hanging above the Glencoyne Pine
Half moon hanging above the Glencoyne Pine

We walked away from the pine reflecting on our two Sundays, one week apart, seemingly embracing the coming of winter. Two Sundays, two nights, two sunrises. Darkness and light. The best of times and an affirmation that it’s always worth getting up early.

Writing and landscape : The Long View in the Lake District
Celebrating Sunrise, Writing in the Land

6 thoughts on “A Tale of two Sundays

    1. Thankyou very much – I have been a photographer for 35 years now so know what I am doing with a camera, but – and here is the big but here – that amounts to nothing unless I actually make myself get out there. That is sometimes hard, especially when it is so cold out there – Rob

      Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you Rosie … we are loving spending a lot of time out there, and always learning as we go, and it’s good to feel that we make others smile from time to time. These were two mornings definitely worth getting up early for, and there will be more as we are doing the Dark Walks over midwinter … getting prepared for the cold now!

      Like

  1. How fortunate we are in the Lake District to have amazing land and skyscapes. Last Thursday, after a long motorway drive from ‘The South’, approaching Coniston just before dusk, the view to the north was of white hills above which was a band of turquoise under a radiant pink sky. All this from inside a warm car so I admire your resilience for seeking such rewards and so much the better for feeling the elements. Wonderful photographs.

    Like

    1. Thank you Lorna, and sorry for the tardy reply – I had written but somehow it hadn’t sent. Glad you liked the post.Now that the skies have greyed it is nice to look back at the brightness of November … but not long until the days begin to lengthen again. Hope your midwinter is a good one 🙂

      Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s