Bradgate park

 

It's so beautiful outside.

Even more beautiful than Crysis maxed out with CUDDAT's TOD lighting mod.


We went to Bradgate park to do work. I appreciate not everyone's day turned out so, but I didn't do any work at all. The sun was up, I was so happy I could scream. There was no where else in the world I'd rather be. Into this its perfect, its all I ever wanted oh I almost can't believe that its for real...

The weather, it does stuff to you. It does stuff to your brain. When its like that, when its all warm and golden and new, I could not think of anything I'd less like to do than work. Is this laziness? Well yeah, probably. But its more than that. Its a fundamental piece of us, as animals, that we've buried away beneath shoes and shirts and the shackles of the world. On that day, on that morning, there was nothing more important than basking in the sun and, for what feels like the first time for a long while- living. Climbing up trees and burning ants and skimming stones and everything that actually matters. At that moment, the course, the work, university- all of it meant nothing. For as long as we were lying on the grass and the world was awake and glowing, we had everything we needed. Fresh water flowing through our toes, deer to hunt and oaks to scale. We would gallivant across this bright new world and die happy knowing we'd never have to wear socks again.

Now, I hope you can see that this post is written slightly tongue-in-cheek. But as I reflect on that day we spent in Bradgate park, and got away from the city for a little while, there was definitely something going on. A little connection with our ancestry and with the wider human race as a whole. They are few, but some people still live that way- hunting, climbing, basking. Some people don't have a sense of time in the way we do. Maybe they're happier than us, maybe they aren't- but its worth remembering they exist, and that worrying about car insurance and housing deposits isn't as natural and normal as we think. They are insular, these men and women in the forest. They probably don't give much thought to us, or the way in which our world works. Maybe that's for the best. I don't think they'd like it very much.