To the sound of lapping waves, we walked the shore of Wast Water and headed steeply up onto Whin Rigg. The wind made visible, that’s what I’d like to show.
We sat overlooking Wast Water and talked about the inspirational fell runner Joss Naylor who was born at Middle Row Farm at Wasdale Head, So when the wind grabbed my hat and flew with it I forgot myself and sprinted in pursuit. ' Leave it, leave it.' The Wasdale Screes are over the edge and I alarmed Alison who mistook me for an ordinary mortal and hadn’t grasped this was my Joss Naylor moment. I don’t know what happened on Whin Rigg but I hope I can conjure that invigorated self again, I felt inspired.
The book cover for ‘Joss’ is breathtaking, an image of a lithe and wiry fell-runner flying down the fell-side and scarcely touching the ground. The cover for my new book awaits design and I want it to look beautiful. You won't see me flying off the cover like Joss Naylor. His is biography, mine is a different genre- it's not about me. I'm a nature writer so the focus is nature, I hope my writing takes wing and soars. Where I have caught the essence of the experience it will do. I hope the book flies off the shelves, About Scout Scar took wing, so who can tell?