|The distant ridge of today's ride (on a finer day)|
On top of the fell, where I was riding from right to left (in this picture), a direction I had never taken before, I came to an area of bracken and met a huntsman with hounds at his horse's heels going in the opposite direction. Suddenly I recognised the exact spot and the scene as a picture from a dream that I once had some years ago. I think this is the second time that something like this has happened to me. The previous time (in the 1980's) I once dreamt that I was cantering along the edge of an unfamiliar field. It was a very inconsequential dream -- until I moved house a few years later and found myself riding in the very field that I recognised from the dream.
Time and place and the dimensions of life are very much more complex than people necessarily appreciate. As Shakespeare said, "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
than are dreamt of in your philosophy."