If I couldn’t trundle, couldn’t take my camera and snap away, I’d be totally lost right now. But I can and it’s been my life saver, my new routine, my way of coping since the words ‘Covid’ and ‘lockdown’ entered our vocabulary.
One morning I woke pondering the thought of an early morning walk, undecided whether my body could make the effort….whenever I feel like this I shuffle into my back bedroom, my dressing gown hugged close, and simply look out of the window. It’s here I can see the start of night changing to day and the prospect of what might be to come. In the right hand corner of my view I could see the sky starting to light up…..it might just be a beautiful sunrise…that swayed my decision.
In the time it had taken to shower, get dressed, pick up my camera and headed downstairs, the glow of a sunset filled the air. Coat and gloves on, I turned the key and headed out into the cold dark morning air…as soon as I reached the corner, here was my first view…the Dog and Duck pub having been closed for so long due to Covid restrictions. Two of our 3 lovely pubs currently surviving, one having lost it’s battle to remain in business in the autumn….😔
The sky all around turning a glorious sunset reddy pink….as I crossed the road up towards the church, this side of the village was bathed in a sunset glow. No lights showed in the houses and I wanted to shout to everyone to come and see, wake up and see what you’re missing! But me thinks that might not have gone down very well 😂
The church yard lay silent, its residents the keepers of so many memories.
Along the back lane I trundled through the mud, heavy rain having fallen in the night and left a cascade of misplaced gravel and mud. The skeletons of trees and twigs outlined against the glow
I could feel time was running out so I quickened my hobble to reach the playing fields
Then along the snicket where I could finally catch sight of the rising sun
I stood and watched a while, the sunset fading with each breathe I took before heading home for my morning cuppa…the ducks quacking as they heard my stick approach. But I knew Simon and Peter the Duck man would be along shortly with their first feeds of the day….I’ll go later…
So lunchtime arrived and off I went for my second trundle…the ducks first, able to snap one simply chilling before they saw my arrival
Then another let out an enormous quack, signalling to the others that food was imminent
As soon as I threw the seed into the air the chaos began
Playtime at the duck pond in full swing
Until all my seed was gone and I stood at the edge watching them ducking and diving for the last remnants…
Empty bag in my pocked, I shuffled up towards the church lane, passing by the Shetland pony field. They seemed to have acquired a new resident, there most days now…
Turning into the back lane, Wally posing his cutest pose
I turned left down the never ending lane, knowing I’d only go halfway today
Before retracing my steps, my shadow my constant companion
And time for my next cuppa tea……
My final trundle of the day was hoping to see the sunset. Back along the lane and a squirrel caught my eye in the sheep’s field, digging up long buried nuts..
Carrying straight on to the sunset vantage point, a Robin hopped along the hedge beside me before settling down on a wooden sign
A few feet along another, or was it the same one, hopped on to a nearby branch
As I came to the top of the lane, the sunset was at work, the windmills on the horizon bathed in the different light of the sunset. More an orangey glow at sunset..
Reaching the bottom of the road, crossing over to climb once more and another wonderful viewpoint
Almost at the horses paddock and a gap allows me silhouette the branches against the burning sky
Finally heading home before it got too dark….
One last photo of the day, but that entailed standing in my back garden and capturing the last beauty of the day, the moon, low in the sky so branches lit up in front of it….
From sunrise to sunset in my village……My Fitbit told me I’d done over 20,000 steps that day and my legs told me the same, but oh what a lovely day of trundles I’d had……..how lucky am I…?