A beautiful trundle…..Poem

A couple of weekends ago, I woke to a beautiful sunny day and the choice was a long early morning walk or try and paint the shed…🙄😂….well needless to say, the walk won….It was somewhere I hadn’t walked for years but I thought I’d push myself since it was such a lovely day…..it was going fine until I reached my destination, Folly Lake, just on the outskirts of the village….but then couldn’t remember where to find the public footpath I’d just walked along from the village 😳🙈…..

My intention was to walk in a square back to the main road and then the village as I knew the car way back, but for some reason was tempted by the first public footpath I saw….that’s when it started to go wrong….🙄…turned out ok in the end and took me through the middle of the Risby estate (so the sign said 😂) through beautiful countryside and back to the village…….

Just had the most amazing trundle

Much longer than I thought…

Walked to Folly Lake for a change

Much further than I ought……

But oh, it was so lovely

Not walked there for years

But then my trundle went array

Couldn’t remember the way back..in reverse..!

Took another public footpath

In the hope of a smiley face

To tell me where I was heading

Was I anywhere near my base?

A couple were ahead,

but I couldn’t catch them up

But then I spied a smiley couple

Coming towards me, then close up….

They pointed this way and that

With their lovely smiley faces

Then…Through beautifully ploughed fields

With bird song as my company

I found my way back home again……

Took me a lot longer than it should have done, but that was mainly due to getting lost 🙄I arrived home exhausted but having had a totally lovely trundle …….met some lovely people out doing the same, obviously all keeping to the rules. I never worry about getting lost near the village as there’s always smiley people to ask…..

Also saw this cute dog in the middle of the biggest playground ever, his owner, the farmers field……just so happy bouncing up and down through the field….❤️


About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with Young Onset Dementia. I may not have much of a short term memory anymore but that date is one I’ll never forget. I’m 58 years young, live happily alone in Yorkshire, have 2 daughters and I’m currently still in full time employment in the NHS. However, I’m now in the process of taking early retirement to give me a chance of enjoying life while I’m still me. I've started this blog to allow me, in the first instance, to write all my thoughts before they’re lost. If anyone chooses to follow my ramblings it will serve as a way of raising awareness on the lack of research into Alzheimer's. It will hopefully convey the helplessness of those diagnosed with dementia, as there is no cure – the end is inevitable. However, I’m also hoping I can convey that, although we've been diagnosed, people like me still have a substantial contribution to make; we still have a sense of humour; we sill have feelings. I’m hoping to show the reality of trying to cope on a day to day basis with the ever-changing environment that dementia throws at those diagnosed with the condition. What I want is not sympathy. What I want is simply to raise awareness.

13 thoughts on “A beautiful trundle…..Poem

  1. I also went for a walk yesterday because it was so lovely; I also got lost and I wasn’t far from home………… Luckily I was able to keep going until I knew where I was! This looks so lovely, Wendy!

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  2. I’m told this is called Serendipity….lovely unexpected surprises along the way of life’s journey! Sounds like a fantastic day out to me, Wendy!

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