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It's October 2015. I'm standing outside the Fenwick department store in Newcastle upon Tyne, north-east England. Instead of the usual merchandise or animatronic Christmas displays, the windows promote generic looks. In front, two strangers march in lockstep, neither likely to use the advertised products, at least not in public.
Clarty, Isn't It?
There's a local word: "clart": "a clot or daub of mud." I've been greeted with a cheerful "clarty, isn't it?" when I've walked the muddy trails of north-east England. I wish I could get that word out of my head when I look at the digitally airbrushed models, with their layers of foundation and concealer.
I was in England to finish my "Walk around Newcastle." I had a few dozen miles still to walk along the lovely Northumberland coastline from Bamburgh to Jarrow.
Wabi-sabi hiking, an imperfect conclusion.
The Northumberland coastline is beautiful with its broad vistas, rivers flowing into the sea, cliffs, ancient castles, quaint villages, piles of lobster pots on quaysides. Then there's the beauty of hiking: wind on my face, trail on my boots, a world in motion, companionship and aloneness, my mind floating freely.
A 12th Century Castle
A Long Beach
Sand dune trails are like that, they take you in circles.
Unasked, he pointed out the shortest route, not understanding the point of my hike.
An Industrial Place
The chimneys rose out of a shuttered aluminum smelter. The shapes moved relative to each other as I moved along a serpentine path towards, around, and beyond this postindustrial mix: rising and falling, eclipsing and revealing.
A welcome contrast to the easy beauty of a castle or estuary or beach.