When the news is unrelentingly horrible, when a friend has suffered a heart-shattering blow, when scary deadlines loom, then sometimes the only way to stay sane is to get outside.
Sheffield must be one of the most gloriously situated cities in the world.
All this scenery is just a few miles from the centre.
We walked and walked today. Most of these views are familiar, they are home, and yet they are always new.
When we got back my legs ached, my eyelids were drooping and none of the hard stuff had gone away but the vastness of the sky, the light on autumn leaves and the rush of swollen streams had cut all the problems back down to size.
I once described depression as like a view of mudflats on a cloudy day. All the colour and energy seem to drain out of the world. So I was really struck by something Colleen wrote in a recent post. She had been on a walk and said it was ‘one of those grey days that, if you are in the right frame of mind, can be soothing rather than miserable’.
This was a new idea for me. I have only ever thought of grey days as difficult. So today I took my camera for a walk with the aim of photographing anything that was grey and that I found attractive.
Here’s what I came up with.
The water in my beloved Porter Brook.
A stone wall
A horse’s muzzle
Bare branches against the sky
Finally, I had to include this one because although it isn’t grey it does capture how a dull day can actually make colour look even more vibrant than usual.
Given more time I am sure I could have added to these pictures. So thank you, Colleen, for helping me to see grey days in a new way.