Waiting for the sun to rise…….

The other morning, I woke feeling a desparate need to get out and watch the sunrise. Not sure why, just one of those mornings I suppose when the urge to trundle takes over. The forecast for the forthcoming days was double drop rain so maybe I just needed to make the most of this fine day…

I showered while it was still dark and as the day started to dawn I made my morning flask of tea so it would be ready and waiting for me when I returned home to warm my cold morning body….

Coat gloves and ear muffs on, my camera round my neck, I ventured out into the early morning light. The villlage was veiled in pink on the West side, even though the sun would be rising in the east….

Up along the snicket towards the church and a lone squirrel when simply perched on the pavement pondering his route for food….

It’s always at the church gate that the first sign of the potential glory appears…Across the horse paddock into the distance, a sparkling glow of what was to come

A Robin sat on the top of the hedge chirruping away it’s morning song, so beautifully, giving me a personal performance as I stood there watching it singing , not disturbed or feared into flight by my close proximity

The lane was still muddy from days of rain, but we’re used to mud, my walking shoes permanently coated.

I reached the playing fields and saw the sun beginning to appear

Walked over the muddy grass, churned by excited children dribbling their footballs into the nets that lay waiting for their games. The small copse has several entrances, one is free from overhanging branches but I can’t always find it in the half light of early morning. This morning was one of them as I pushed away the branches that overhung the path. One stubborn one took more strength but I sadly let go too soon and I felt it whip the side of my face. The sting on my cold skin causing me to breathe in sharply and let out a yelp to no one but the trees…..a black eye for sure later, but for now I had more pressing needs….

Finally coming out into the open trees I stood and stared into the distance…..the sun just started to peep a over the trees

It’s at this point I just stand and watch it rise, slowly, majestically.

I trun around and like natures own power supply a sudden switch of light lit up the trees…

I can hear more footsteps coming towards me, crunching the leaves that lay thick on the copse floor. Another villager. We chat about the sunrise. It’s his favourite time of day too. We’d seen each other here from a distance before and knew the magic appealed to us both.

As the sun rose higher, the full beauty on display 

Time to head back, my shadow forming part of the scenary 

Retracing my steps home to the waiting hot steaming cuppa tea to warm my chilled hands, another sight of a squirrel. Who needs to take the nuts out singly from the bottom, when you can just lift the lid and take a handful 😂

And my final phot was of the church tower bathed in the morning light……

A good start to any day….

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.

26 thoughts on “Waiting for the sun to rise…….

  1. Wendy
    Not only your photos but your words so expressive.
    I wondered whether the visual sparks memories. You write about the ducks and birds and sheep etc, recalling names and information about them. To us it appears as if you have no trouble doing this but we may not be realising what goes on when you write your blogs.

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  2. Beautiful Wendy! What a glorious trundle you had….so many lovely sights to enjoy, then revisit with your photos! Thank you SO much for sharing these delights with us. Dying to see these all in a book. I’ll be one of your first customers!

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  3. Lovely! Apparently you had no side effects from your vaccination. That’s good. Still trying to get through the U.S. maze of scheduling mine, which is like a full-time job. Boy, do I wish we had an NHS! Your blog is a very welcome positive in my day. Thanks!

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  4. Hello Wendy I am a newbie to your blog. I have watched a few videos you have kindly posted and as a new caregiver am finding learning from you invaluable. Your words and pictures on this blog, the first I’ve read, are beautiful the way you take me with you. Very calming and mindful, good for my soul ! I look forward to reading more. Nice to meet you 🙂

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  5. Hi Wendy! I am Josefina, i am 20 and i live in Argentina! I just finished reading your book and i was really inspired by you. My mom has had dementia for 12 years now and it has not been an easy ride, especially not thanks to the medical community here, but reading and learning from your story makes me understand a bit more about the world of dementia, and for that there are not enough words to thank you for. In a time where my mother doesn’t have a voice, you were hers.

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