Walk On The Moor,1-6-True and Imagined

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Hi folks, might bore most of you but anyhoos some tales/writting from a gent I happen to know. Some might find it interesting.


Written by Housedog aka Jim Mc Cafferty.


My FIRST Walk on The Moor- Part 1
True and Imagined

I had the luxury of my Grandfathers company/guidance for the first 6 years of my life, it is only with hindsight that I have become aware just how much of a pivotol role he played in the moulding of the sapling that was to become the man.

I must have been around 4 years old when first we, "Grandfather and me" walked the disused rail-line that skirted the edge of The Moor.
Initially we would walk only a few hundred yards on the track which one displayed wood and metal layed down by man to carry their bounty, "Coal" to the industralised areas of Scotland. We walked almost daily on the scar left by the railtracks, my Grandfather taking me further along this pathway with each passing month.

I recall a rocky outcrop that lay on the margins of the track, "It was such an adventure for a 4/5 year old child to scale such a peak, "It was probably no higher than 20 feet" but to a child it was his/her Everest. I felt pride each time I scrambled over it, meeting up with my grandfather at the otherside. I one asked Grandfather why he didn't climb with me? His reply, "As you open up to, and encounter life, you will have many Everests to climb, some will be far more challenging than the one you stand beneath at present, some will be well worth the climb, some you will wish you never set foot on, eventually you will learn to pick and choose those worthy of climbing, and those best avoided, at my age you are happy to avoid most, for you will be only to aware few, "If Any" hold a veiw your eyes and mind have not already gazed upon"

In the 2 years prior to my Grandfathers death, we moved futher along the disused railtrack until at the age of 6 Grandfather and me stood before, "The Style" that opens The Moor to human trespass, "We never got to cross "The Style" together, "But on my more boyant days I believe Grandfather had taken me to The Moors edge, and wished me to make my own evaluations and creeds of what lay before me" carrying with me 2 years of wisdom and love that had been the gift bequeathed me by a man whom I really never got to know, but whom I loved and admired so much.

It was around this time my respect and admiration of The Canine became active, "In some strange way my Grandfather was replaced by Paddy, " A Labrador x Alsation" he would become my new exploring partner, and someone with whom I would share the next 7 years of life as closely if not more so than any human.

Looking back it was a monumental moment in my life the day Paddy and I crossed over "The Style" I was fully aware that once having crossed it, there would be no turning back and that we, "Paddy and Myself" would have to face and deal with whatever The Moor placed before us. Life had begun!!!
To be continued,

[Stingo]

Style or Stile?

Nice tale

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Originally Posted by Stingo

Style or Stile?

Emm....that is correct

Originally Posted by Ed

Nice tale

I think so as well Ed. .



Ben