Tuesday, May 4, 2010

‘twas a lovely day…

I’ll be in England this week, raising money for two startups and getting the miniature office / pied-à-terre finally established near Cambridge.  Before leaving, though, there was an opportunity for an excursion down in the Ardennes on Sunday, hiking the Belgian hills.

It was a fun time, despite the occasional rain and near-winter temperatures.  Last week’s spring sun had brought out the leaves, which curiously start budding at the forest floor and work their way upwards over a couple of weeks. The scent of wet new growth permeates the woods; the colours are brilliant when the light comes out.

Only the wildlife was missing.  The creek runs red from iron in the soil, preventing fish from taking hold.  There are deer hidden away, but no bears to balance the ecology?   A fair amount of logging has been going on, so there’s little old growth left.  Nonetheless, it seems like there should be more animals beyond the occasional insect.

At the end of the trail, there was a traditional Belgian camp-restaurant, serving good country food and large glasses of beer.   We’d also brought along a bit of tobac that was probably older than most of the trees; it was best for finding that none of us had the constitution for smoking any more.

A nice bit of relaxation overall before plunging back into the frustrations of venture capitalism this week.

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2 Comments:

Blogger Textual Healer said...

No Dave - no bears in western Europe (except in the Pyrenees - I thought I saw tracks in the snow once.

May 6, 2010 at 5:07 PM  
Blogger Dave Hampton said...

It reminded me a lot of an Appalachian spring day, the trees and the rocks, the streams and the arpet of fall leaves is a lot like the Great Smokey Mountains in Tennessee. Black bears inhabited the hills and we always had to take precautions at night to be sure that the food was away.

It's just such similar habitat that it makes me think of my big wooly friends...

and I musta told you 'bout the time I 'rassled a bear that was after my bacon...wouldn' a cared much if he'd so much as asked, but, seein' as how he was only twice my size, I jumped right in and grabbed 'hold of it from 'tween his teeth....

May 6, 2010 at 7:27 PM  

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