Where the wild things are

I’ve been reading a book by Robert Macfarlane about wildness (and his search for it in Britain); several things that he’s put very eloquently have resonated with me. He talks about two main schools of thought on the concept of ‘wildness’ one being that it is something alien and negative that one should fight to overcome with ‘civilization’ and the other being that it is something that we have an intrinsic connection with that should be treasured and experienced. I think I fall squarely on the side of the latter, and maybe my little plan (the walk) is a way of trying to indulge my fascination with something a little wilder, although it obviously isn’t as committed as Macfarlane’s exploits!