Before todays blog. Thank you to those who have worried about me not publishing a blog on Mondays and Fridays at the mo. There’s no other reason other than I have little to say. I’d just bore you all with the same trundles as that seems to be all there is at the mo. I’m still talking to other organisations – even had the lovely experience of speaking to a group of people from a Medical Trust in India yesterday – but it’s difficult for me to write a blog about them as the detail has left me as soon as it’s over. I’ve tried recording them and listening to them again, but it lacks the emotion the second time around, so making it difficult to write about.
Hope you all understand ……anyway, now to todays blog…..
Woke up the other morning feeling agitated instead of calm…..only a few days into lockdown and the first thing on my mind is when I should go out for my one allowed trundle of the day. It niggles away at me until I decide. How stupid to let something so irrelevant nag away at me like that. But my trundles are so important to my everyday life. Now we can only have one per day, it’s the biggest decision I have to make each day – when?
Anyway, the other morning I decided to venture out at 10am. I’d decided to leave the duck food on my doormat and pick it up at the end and walk round the village the other way for a change – no going inside needed so no breaking the rules…..🙄
So up the hill and along the Manor House walls and I noticed the moon was having a very long stop up…..
I hadn’t expected to see it this late and probably would have missed it but someone stopped to have a chat and after we’d finished I’d looked around to get my bearings again and saw it gently fading away in the morning blue sky….that one sight suddenly made me smile and feel suddenly happy…..
A roar of an aircraft high in the sky suddenly brought me back to the moment and I followed its trail with my camera……
A couple stopped me along the lane warning me it was icy ahead. The man asked if I was Wendy and I smiled again. “We love your photographs”……a simple random act of kindness kept my spirits high….and as they walked ahead, they turned round again and pointed to more icy paths…….I was a bit like Bambi on ice but I managed to stay upright and moved onto the road….
The village had been much quieter since the lockdown started, fewer cars to worry about. The long lane looked deserted this morning….not even the usual cyclists
The horses in the field a thankful constant….I need consistency…..
As I reached the main road I could see the couple from before were taking the same route as me up the hill
The sun hid behind a cloud allowing a moment to take another piccie….
As I reached the top, I stood and looked over the fields. I always stop here, always love the view, always take the same piccie
Never get tired of it. It’s where I see the sun setting if I’m out so it’s a different view according to the time of day…
I turned my back on the view and ambled along the back lane. More ice underfoot as I shuffle along towards Abbys sheep. I spy a Thrush in the field..don’t see as many thrushes as before, not sure why…
The sheep coming into view and one stood beautifully posed watching me watching her…..
The others were lying beneath the trees or grazing on the grass….
A squirrel hopped about the field and came to rest next to Teddy, but neither battered an eyelid at the others presence.
I trundle up the long lane a short way, but see the clouds are starting to roll in….and decide to head the other way towards the church..
Another squirrel hopped into view…
Another canine friend to stop and chat to for a few moments….and then I’m alone again on the back lane
No one in the playing fields today and no noise from the village school as I walk past….children all at home, parents back to homeschooling once more….
The skies are really becoming overcast now…will it rain before I’ve finished…..
As I reach the pond I take one photo of the white duck in the reeds
Before crossing over so as not to be seen as I still have to pick up the duck food….but I could hear the frenzied quacking as my stick must have been heard….I didn’t look their way or I’d feel guilty …but I’d be back in a few minutes…..
Nearly home and more smiles, more greetings from those out doing the same as me….so friendly so kind….so needed…..
But as I reach my door step, my trundle isn’t quite finished. My way of fooling myself into thinking I’ve done two walks instead of one…..I pick up the duck food from my doorstep and head to the duck pond the long way round via the ponies, Ginger Biscuit and his friends looking so calm and content..
And then to the duck pond…..the quacking strikes up again and the ducks are happy
And finally I really do head home for a warming cuppa tea……..my ventures out finished until a new day dawns….and no, it didn’t rain until later..
P.S…a few days later my friend Sandra sent me this from the Government website guidance after someone had put it on Twitter…so now I feel that if I become anxious or feel locked in, I can go out a second time without feeling guilty…..