The other day I sat with a companion on a bench, this scene stretching out before us. Hardly a remote spot yet in a certain kind of way it is. The sense of remoteness, that’s distanced in time and space, is relative. Relative to what one has become accustomed to through habit or forced by circumstances. I’ve known the utter remoteness of being in the Australian Outback, it was empty, yet full at the same time. Morecambe Bay has a similar feel, especially with the tide out as you see it above. Most of us connect with landscape in this expansive way which for me brings calm and deep pleasure. The bench on the edge of the wide sweep of the Bay was the perfect spot to sit and contemplate out loud the wide sweep of our current lives and the living of them.
Convalescence for example brings a sense of remoteness from the cut and thrust of daily living. It’s a circumstance forced upon one and like it or not resting indoors is required. Being confined to bed and chair can have the walls leaning in and the outside world recede, which is much as one might expect. Obviously getting better doesn’t happen over night and time can hang heavy. For some people however unanticipated benefits open up when sequestered thus. Such times in one’s life, for longer or shorter periods, need not be a matter of straining to get back to normal and for some normal may never come again. Unfortunately. What could be the benefit of enforced remoteness, of having to stay indoors?
I was talking to a chap recently who is recovering from foot surgery. He has spent time while he mended in a garden hut just a few steps away from his home and family. Being in the hut, He said I could have been half way up a mountain it felt that remote. One might wonder at this, I did. Returning to Morecambe Bay for a moment could not the sense of remoteness found in landscape be more about bringing ones inner world back into focus. Bringing with it calm and deep pleasure. A call to contemplate and retreat to perhaps a vastly expanded inner world too? With the thought about the impact of landscape upon us could the remoteness of confinement similarly bring ones inner world back into sharp focus and deepen it? I’d like to think so. In the sense of being drawn within I’d like to think we can be ‘remote’ where ever we are,
For those who feel themselves trapped, restricted, confined and not free to move. The movement within is a worthwhile journey, ‘though not easy.
7 thoughts on “Remoteness – Morecambe Bay?”
“trapped, restricted, confined and not free to move.” … sounds like a minor version of death! The loss of authorship … of autonomy.
I didn’t actually understand a word of that, but the amazing landscape is very familiar to me as I’m lucky enough to see it every day. I came across the blog by way of a Google alert for my town. Kudos to you for spelling Morecambe correctly.
Well thanks for commenting Urshie anyway. Getting Morecambe spelt right has been a journey believe me.
On Saturday I was with a friend walking through quite remote parts. In one place you could almost cut the stillness with a knife as they say. Lovely! There is a stillness between my friend and I. Being in the stillness together it is much easier for me to feel the still of the physical place. On my own I know my mind would babble on more. It is much easier for me to just be when I am with someone I have this connection with. Yet when with lots of people the stillness goes and I can be once again ‘alone’.
I find ‘movement within’ is a bit of a dance with the ‘external movement’ and vice versa.
Thanks as always Dave.
There’s something primeval about Morecambe bay. Its a place I like to visit from time to time to be reminded of this. Its that same thing I’ve felt iwhen on a camel trek in the Sahara desert and wandering the forests of Northumberland’s Border Forest park as well as being on the seashore in an Atlantic gale.
There’s someething equally primeval when the fragility of good health is brought to the fore.
These things put all the other so called importantant day to day trivia into context.
Thank you for this posting.
Oh good, I’m glad somebody else sees Morecambe Bay this way. Thought it might just be me.