The Wild Places – Robert Macfarlane

A couple of weeks ago, whilst rambling through the wild flower-strewn grazing lands of the Mendip Hills just south of Bristol, a friend told me I must read Robert Macfarlane’s The Wild Places. I received the book yesterday and immediately got to it.

Ten pages in, I began to feel unusually torn: Macfarlane’s writing is evocative and luring, yet with each page I turn I want to drop the book and venture out into the wild. This is a compliment, no doubt, to an author and a book that, based on the first chapter alone, must be read by anyone with an ounce of longing for the wilderness running through their veins.

The Wild Places, Robert Macfarlane

The Wild Places, Robert Macfarlane

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11 thoughts on “The Wild Places – Robert Macfarlane

  1. I have been reading and looking at your posts this morning, they are fantastic & I really enjoyed them. Then I realised I was viewing them through an old WordPress blog so I have just headed over to this one I’m back using now. I look forward to going through some of your back dated posts. I admire your philosophy on life and nature greatly.

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    • Hello Su, thank you for you kind words. It’s a relatively new thing for me, blogging, and it’s lovely to receive a message such as the one you just sent. I have had a look at your work too and love your use of nature videos alongside your writing. Keep it up, Daniel.

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  2. I read your comments about this book when you first aired your post, and you had me at the word “wild”. I checked out my local library, and they had a copy :), but it was on loan :(, which meant that I actually had to wait for it, which in itself provides a suitable amount of time to speculate what is contained within the pages of a book with such an awesome title. Finally, this week it was my turn to borrow it, and I eagerly took it home and couldn’t wait for bed-time so that I could start reading it!
    Wow, how alluring! So many of his thoughts and sentiments echo my own, and, like you, I couldn’t wait for my next outdoor foray into the wild, just so I could re-confirm to myself how it does feel when you’re out in the wild. The author writes so eloquently, and yet at times, quite simply, but manages to convey such depth of feeling as to make you question yourself as to whether or not some of the words on the pages might actually be thoughts of your own, somehow stolen and put into print without you ever knowing how it happened.
    I am only about half way through reading it, but feel as though it is the sort of book you could read over and again without getting sick of it. Thank you so much for your original post, which drew this amazing book to my attention!

    πŸ™‚ Leah

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    • Hello Leah, thank you so much for you response. I am happy that you are enjoying the book so much, I thought you in particular might like it. He certainly has a knack for writing what we, the readers, are thinking. If you have any recommendations for me, I would love to hear them! Danny

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  3. Hi Danny, I do have a suggestion to put on your ‘to read’ list; Claire Dunn – “My Year Without Matches”. I have read it twice over now, and in a couple of weeks am going to meet the author who is doing a talk at my local library. Cant wait! Hope all is good with you, and look forward to your book release coming ever so soon πŸ˜‰ Leah

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    • Wow, twice over, it must be good πŸ™‚ And you get to me the author. I shall see if I can find it in my local library, if not I will buy it. I would love to hear how your time with Claire goes. It’s certainly a luring title! Danny

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  4. It would be great if you get to read it, because it has beautiful descriptive pieces of writing in it of the Australian bush, and native animals, so you would get to know our side of the world a bit more. This is my favourite paragraph of the whole book, if you’ll indulge me including it on your blog page! Page 60………..

    “As I fall into my swag, the sky is clearer than I ever remember seeing it, the stars bolt-holes of pure light. Strange sounds punctuate the quiet, creating glorious mysteries. I want to unwrap them, one by one, if only I could stay awake. I rub my eyes with oncoming sleep, while the furry and feathered creatures of the dark blink theirs awake, meeting me at the dream junction. As the soft underbelly of night takes wing, I let my heart yield to the whispers, the secrets that crawl into my bed and curl up next to me, warm and beating next to my still body. Sleep transports me gently, as if I’m being carried by the current of a wide river, snaking its way further into the forest, drifting deeper into the darkening night.”

    What do you think? πŸ™‚ Leah

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