Lake Tyin is a strange place. When the clouds come over, its God-forsaken landscape is harsh and uninviting. On the other hand, its Icelandic stillness in the sunshine is exhilarating. This is the first place I had ever climbed up to a glacier from, many years ago. Glaciers until then, for me, had been the stuff of textbooks, but sitting here and watching the elements at work that shaped this landscape over the millenia makes it anything but so.
How surprising, then, that whilst soaking up this eerie atmosphere, along should stroll a young couple pushing a pram...
Now, I understand that the Romans had a practice of leaving their youngsters out on the hillsides to toughen them up a bit, but Bjorn and Eda (with whom we shortly became aquainted, but that's another tale...) were just doing their normal "popping up to the glacier with the wee one" thing.... in much the same way that one encounters elderly folk on Zimmer frames, and chaps ski-ing uphill, in the heights and wilds of this place.
Lake Tyin is a strange place. When the clouds come over, its God-forsaken landscape is harsh and uninviting. On the other hand, its Icelandic stillness in the sunshine is exhilarating. This is the first place I had ever climbed up to a glacier from, many years ago. Glaciers until then, for me, had been the stuff of textbooks, but sitting here and watching the elements at work that shaped this landscape over the millenia makes it anything but so.
How surprising, then, that whilst soaking up this eerie atmosphere, along should stroll a young couple pushing a pram...
Now, I understand that the Romans had a practice of leaving their youngsters out on the hillsides to toughen them up a bit, but Bjorn and Eda (with whom we shortly became aquainted, but that's another tale...) were just doing their normal "popping up to the glacier with the wee one" thing.... in much the same way that one encounters elderly folk on Zimmer frames, and chaps ski-ing uphill, in the heights and wilds of this place.
0 comments:
Post a Comment