I don't know about you, but do you really know every inch of your neighborhood, closer and farther away?
Until the day before yesterday, I would have answered that with a firmly convinced "yes". But then a friend told me by the way about an excursion that she and her family had been on. I didn't know this spot yet.
With the help of "so there you go left ...", "then in there right ...", "and then you park there by the pile of wood ..." and "then it's a bit adventurous on foot ... "- and Google Maps (not sponsored), my husband and I set out on our way late yesterday afternoon to discover the place that leads to another world.
It was actually an adventure and also adventurous to find, because Google Maps let us down (not entirely by purpuse - there was no network) and we had to remember the ways. With some "it could be this way..." and "back there it´s getting lighter... " wie tried our luck by ourselves.
The dog happily sniffed after and ahead of us, we had a flask of tea and soup with us and initially only found a bunch of great paths and huts that had apparently not been visited for a long time.
A few U-turns and new paths later, when the forest grounds became more watery, here and there the first small streams carried the runoff water out of the forest, we found it: Just a small ascent, steeply between trees and over roots, a landscape opened up in front of us, like through a gateway to another world.
As far as the eye could see, a moor landscape opened up in front of us, thickly overgrown with heather, through which small footpaths wound. Interrupted by scattered gnarled trees that looked as if they were many, many years old and yet hardly bigger than we were.
It was so incredibly beautiful.
We knew from our friends that the small trails are safe to be walked and so we followed them for a while. With every step, a little water oozed from the ground, only to seep back into the earth with soft gurgling noises as soon as we shifted our weight. It felt like we were walking on a thick soft sponge. The heather, which was just beginning to bloom, was beautiful and already gave a view of the huge dusky rose-colored carpet that will soon cover the entire moor.
I was speechless by the beauty of the moor and inspired at the same time. In the middle of writing the instructions for my Twigs & Branches Collection, I have a new design on my needles, a rustic sweater for autumn, for fog, swamp and damp forest floors. In fact, I thought of rugged canyons, thundering waterfalls, moss, and falling leaves while designing it.
In addition to my Twigs & Branches Collection, which depicts the beauty of bare trees and bushes, a new knitwear collection has now been created in the midst of this wonderful and untouched nature in my mind's eye: The new pieces will be rougher and rustic, while sparse and delicate, like this wonderfully magical one Moorland right in my neighborhood.
We filmed our adventure a bit and if the recordings are successful (we didn't have all the equipment with us), there will soon be a small video on my YouTube channel - I'm looking forward to it.
If not, it won't be our last time in this beautiful place. It is another place where I would like to show you, where the soul comes into balance and where I can breathe silence, loneliness and nature with every heartbeat.
Do you have such places too?
What do they look like and what do they mean to you?
XO see you soon your´s, Sascia
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