{"id":2568,"date":"2024-01-24T09:08:22","date_gmt":"2024-01-24T09:08:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/?p=2568"},"modified":"2024-01-24T09:08:22","modified_gmt":"2024-01-24T09:08:22","slug":"i-tramp-to-the-otmoor-hide","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/?p=2568","title":{"rendered":"I tramp to the Otmoor hide&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>probing the boundaries of my soggy patch in this belt of England. The water&#8217;s been high here, even the raised paths are bogged. No sight of any vehicles, no shelter other than the birder huts, just a few lone wanderers under the sky. The birds flick among the hedgerows, don&#8217;t seem bothered by the crackle of rifle shots from the MOD grounds eastwards. Almost a month into the year and I&#8217;m dizzy with the pace of it. Plans and pathways fade to nothing under my fingertips, I try to reach but I can&#8217;t feel the universe reaching out to me. Out on the plain we miss a turn or the map is a fiction and we plod miles off our route, have to work to return to the village and the car. We buy a pack of game from a coolbox trader, ride home to feast. Rushing along, skimming over the hours, living to the tempo of every quiet heartbeat.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/PXL_20240121_114638474-1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-2569\" src=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/PXL_20240121_114638474-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" srcset=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/PXL_20240121_114638474-1.jpg 640w, https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/PXL_20240121_114638474-1-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>probing the boundaries of my soggy patch in this belt of England. The water&#8217;s been high here, even the raised paths are bogged. No sight of any vehicles, no shelter other than the birder huts, just a few lone wanderers under the sky. The birds flick among the hedgerows, don&#8217;t seem bothered by the crackle [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2568","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-henry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2568","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2568"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2568\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2570,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2568\/revisions\/2570"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2568"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2568"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2568"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}