- Jan 19, 2008
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Whilst at Clumber Park we went for a ride to Castleton, Blue John Mine. Her Ladyship and my ol' Duchess went to the shop so I stayed in the car park due to my gammy knee which I'm waiting to see the Orthopods about. It was so peaceful watching the Paragliders. My peace didn't last long because 4 people on scrambling bikes decided to stop by me, with engines revving, while admiring? the Paragliders. Eventually they rode off dressed and looking like medieval knights with their chargers throbbing between their legs. For the rest of the time I was there I could hear them in the distance, the constant noise. This got His Windyship to contemplate and philosophise. I normally philosophise first thing in the morning whilst sat on the throne but the change of scenery helped a lot. I thought what a difference in pastimes. One pastime/sport is at one with nature and the environment. Soaring above the dales while riding the thermals in silence with the exception of birdsong like skylarks. The other pastime/sport is all about destroying the environment. Pollution in all its forms, including noise. Destruction of the delicate, thin topsoils and its biodiversity of chalk uplands. Alright, I accept that sometimes paragliders might come down in the middle of a field of crops but those crops take 12 months to replace. Chalk uplands have taken millions of years to evolve and cannot be replace as easily, in fact they will take thousands of years just to heal their scars. I wondered what was going through the scramblers minds as they watched the gliders. Did they admire them and realise that they are at peace with nature or did they think they were sissies and need to do a macho sport if they want a life?
Over to you lot to inform His Windyship of where my thoughts are wrong :O)
Over to you lot to inform His Windyship of where my thoughts are wrong :O)