A kayak trip tomorrow: we are packing warm jumpers and wet gear, two thermos flasks and baguettes for lunch. A day on the water: exploring. It’s hardly uncharted waters: the harbour here is twelve miles long, but it’s been inhabited for thousands of years, so i’d imagine every island and inch of shoreline has been walked. But nevertheless, it’s an adventure. An adventure with a picnic, which is the very best sort.
We use the analogy of ‘exploration‘ a lot in learning: it’s certainly prevalent in my writing and thinking. The notion of reaching out, of leaving your comfort zone, of stretching into the unknown. The idea that around the corner, beyond our sense or knowledge, something wonderful lurks.
It’s that quest, that yearning, that desire that takes us to the stars or into the deepest oceans and ice shelves, but equally it causes us to probe our uncertainty, to think harder, to ask the questions of philosophy and science, to ponder and reflect, to learn.
We are creatures of curiosity, never content to leave a stone unturned. Something in our DNA demands answers, demands the quest.