I went underground again today. I won’t trouble you with what I was doing – just more of the same. Read previous blog posts about lead mines and you may well get the picture.
But as I was paddling out, for the first time this year I could smell pollen. I could smell a warm and friendly world from about, maybe, fifty metres inside the mine. Its a good, wholesome smell. Its a loving motherly smell, like coming home from school and your mum's been making scones and eccles cakes.
I always think that coming out of a hole is a bit like being born. I wouldn’t really know about this as I’m no expert on being born as I’ve only done it the once and it was quite a long time ago – and – I never could remember it anyway.
Its a pity that such a deeply moving moment should be spoiled by bad language. I banged me head on the roof….
Anyway, it was all very symbolic.
Next time I feel I might write about something deep, I’ll mention Lake Windermere.