|Layers of "weather" - |
the sun breaks through the heavy overcast on Glen Prosen.
The explorer and adventurer, Robert Falcon Scott, loved this area. He must have walked often on these same paths as he thought deeply about his two expeditions to the South Pole in the early part of the last century. The dramatic views over the hills and valleys of Glen Prosen would have soothed his spirit in the face of the incredible odds he knew he would face in the completely unforgiving environment of Antarctica. His second expedition, exactly one century ago this year, in 1912, would be his last. Having reached the South Pole, he and his four companions died on the Ross Ice Shelf on the return trek - victims of brutally cold weather, extreme fatigue, and starvation.
|The trail to the Airlie Monument through a pine and larch forest.|
We headed to Glen Prosen, and the trail to the Airlie Monument and beyond, through the rough fields of heather, the sheep, and the forested slopes.
|The Airlie Monument.|
|The delicate beauty of a most rugged little plant- heather.|
|Sheep in the fields...closing each gate behind us.|
|Fence line through the heather.|
|The sun-dappled landscape.|
|Near the trailhead, the memorial to Scott and Wilson.|
|The inscription reads:|
Edward Adrian Wilson
who knew this glen. They reached the
South Pole on 17 January, 1912 and
died together on the Great Ice Barrier
"For the journey is done and the
summit attained and the barriers fall"
J.M. Barrie, who wrote Peter Pan, lived nearby, in the little town of Kirriemuir. Peter Pan, of course, was the little boy who could fly and who never grew up. It was my most favourite book as a child. I must admit, flying and never growing up holds great appeal to this very day! Perhaps that is why the feeling that Scott and his good friend and physician Edward Wilson had probably walked this very trail, brought to me such a tangible sense of excitement and vicarious adventure.
Here's to never growing up!
PS And this morning, we awoke to snow, dusting these same hills!