This continued quiet lull has made my sparkle leave me, only to reappear the minute I see my daughters, or share zoom time with playmates, tiny chinks only to disappear when the silence appears once more….
You might be thinking that I should be taking the opportunity to do new things, to find new hobbies, but trundles have been my main way of alleviating the gunge gluing up my brain; that and typing…I’m caught captive at the mo by this cruel disease, desperately trying to loosen its grip….
Well on Wednesday the weather chart said it was going to be sunny ALL day from 9am….I woke up with the usual lethargy of late but was determined I’d force my body to walk the 3 miles into town. I’d be able to catch the bus back, I didn’t need any shopping, so I could set off before the village bus was due and catch the next one back. I knew I could walk to the top of the Westwood and said to myself that the peace and beauty would get me through the final half as well as stopping to take piccies….
I gave myself 90 minutes – 90 minutes for 3 miles seems ridiculous for someone who did the 25 miles of the Yorkshire 3 Peaks in 9 hours 1 minutes (that 1 minute over still niggles me😂) but this picture, hanging in my Memory Room next to Billy, is a reminder of a former super fit me and what I did achieve….
I must have been in my 50’s as I was living in York. I loved that adventure and still remember some of it. Time didn’t matter at the beginning as I sauntered with everyone else. But then as the miles went by and the exhilaration began to pick up inside me, 10 hours seemed like a good aim. Afterall, I’d hear of people giving up half way due to the terrain, of being helped down…..
I remember the farm in the middle of nowhere that had opened it’s doors to sell drinks and their own ice cream. Sat, sheltering against the wind, behind their stone wall. Then I spied two 18 year olds getting ready to leave again and I asked if they minded if an old woman joined them, knowing they would push me harder than some. I assured them I was heading for 10 hours, as they looked at me nervously. But their grin, along with mine, showed me our aim was the same. Their bimbling speed was much more like it. We had 2 more peaks to climb and the going got tougher. But conversations and laughter helped us through. As the end came in sight, it was 9 hours we had in our grip…we decided to jog as we desperately tried to make it home in under 9 hours, the finishing line in our eyeline, only to find the clock ticking too fast for our weary legs…..the elation we felt at the end being the second group home….a wonderful adventure………………..
……..I thought I’d timed it so that if it was a struggle I could pick the bus up halfway, but before I got there It passed me by 🙄and I wasn’t even halfway so I had no choice but to go back or carry on. Thankfully I didn’t turn around……
The wind started to blow as soon as I reached the cattle grid at the start of the Westwood. It’s exposed and, no matter what the weather, is always blowing a gale there…
As soon as I crossed the road and ventured through, the peace came over my tired legs and out of breathe lungs. I stopped and took my first piccie
Followed by another
and many more just to make the going easier and 90 minutes later I was in town with only half an hour to wait for the bus home. We have a lovely florist along my route and her window is always filled with tempting creations. My reward was a treat just for me…a simple bouquet already sitting in a simple jam jar….beautiful…🥰
p.s. Needless to say, the weathermen were wrong and the sun didn’t shine until I was snug back at home 🙄
pps….only one week left and then I have 2 weeks solid of stuff 🤦♀️…It will be so hard but I’m so looking forward to it…