Those of you who are paying attention will notice that there is little about ‘making things’ in our holiday posts! When TheBigForest was our hobby our holidays were filled with making but now it is a business we felt we needed a break. It didn’t work of course, I began designing and knitting a soft new cowl in the most stunning red cashmere and merino for our winter collection and Benjamin thought up ideas of our latest project which is still under wraps………….but given the usual level of activity this really was a recharge non-making holiday.
Which brings me to rural beaches (as opposed to urban beaches you understand). There is an illusion of silence but the crashing of the waves, buffeting of a warm wind, the rustling of trees and………..the song of the skylarks………creates a complex soundscape.
Skylarks. Listen to the edges of the silence and the waves become white noise but the impact of the Skylarks song never diminishes. Our 1937 copy of the Observer Book of Birds describes it as ‘ a very beautiful exuberant song carried out on the wing, and too well-known for further description’. Exuberant describes it well, joyous, singing higher and higher over the beaches, pine forests, meadows, cliffs and dunes.
We have captured that summer energy, the song of the skylark. It has been placed in a tissue lined drawer in TheBigForest hut to be released on a dark February afternoon when the song of summer birds, warm beaches, lying in the dunes and long light evenings all seem so very far away.