I decided to go for a hike on a mountain to clear my head and get some exercise. And so I did. I knew that the wind-gusts in the mountain were reaching 30 m/s = (meters per second) which is 58 knots or Beaufort 11, and that the prevailing wind was around 15m/sec . I only managed to hike 1/4 of the mountain and spent a lot of time just standing broad legged with head bent in order to not blow away.
I started off walking along the edge of the hill but soon I noticed that I could easily be blown off the edge. So I backed away to a safer distance. I was quite alright in the prevailing wind but it was clear that one had to be ready for the strong gusts. Walk with bent knees and legs well apart, be ready to bend and tighten my whole body. Of course the best option was to lie down on the slope and relax as I did indeed for a while.
The force of a wind is great and not to be underestimated. But there is nothing quite like it and I hope I will be able to represent the wind in a rag piece soon.
To experience the force of the wind on my own skin, face and fingers. The Force. Made my day.
I walked, ran, stumbled and bent on my way down the slope back to my shivering car, crossed the fjord to the village where I have been staying and spent the evening and early night listening to the wind rumbling around the house.
The wind my friend.
Anna María Lind, MA Textile Art from Winchester School of Art.