Suddenly the noise of traffic is disturbing…..

The other day I decided to go for a trundle along the main road out of the village to the Westwood, a lovely piece of open land where our town’s cows graze in the summer…..

I havn’t been there for quite a while as I’ve been happy trundling round and round the village lanes, but for some reason I decided on a change that day…

It was a miserable grey windy day, but unusually mild. Thankfully I didn’t put my ear muffs on but had automatically put my gloves on. I forgot the duck food, which didn’t go down well but, looking at the time, I think Peter the duck man had not long been, so their displeasure was short lived

The village has become snow drop paradise since the snow left and thousands upon thousands are scattered though the village. Some in huge drifts…

……..others simply scattered randomly in bunches…They look so wonderful from above, but the inside is equally amazing if you take a moment to look..

Across the traffic lights and out towards Beverley, that’s when the noise hit me. I havn’t worn my hearing aids, which combat my hyperacusis throughout lockdown; I havn’t needed to, such is the peace and quiet of the village. Wearing them in quiet places appears to exacerbate the silence bizarrely.

But that day was a Saturday and the road was busy with traffic. I found the roar of cars passing me by so loud, so disturbing. I don’t remember experiencing this throughout lockdown, or maybe I was just more sensitive to the noise that day. So despite the mildness, I put my hood up to try and dull some of the noise. Funnily enough my ear muffs would have done just that, but on a mild day as it was, me thinks I would have had sweaty ears 😂

Anyway, I persevered, hoping the traffic would die down. It takes about 45 minutes to an hour for me to walk to the golf course, my turning point. I could see the black mill in the distance

Others were out doing the same, exchanging hellos and smiles. Joggers speeding passed me making my pace feel like slow motion. But it was that noise, that was rattling my brain..

I came across a lovely funny figure perched on top of a gate post

As I crossed the cattle grid, one of my favourite shaped trees came into sight

Everywhere was waterlogged from all the rain we’d had of late

But the Mill stood proud and clear – the village Ginery is even named after it – Black Mill Gin…..

And Beverley Minster loomed large on the horizon in the distance

It stared to rain and I’d reached my turning point, so I turned and headed the same way back. Such was the noise, I tucked my camera inside my coat, I just wanted to get back to the peace once more.  As I approached the village once more, I saw my first crocus of the year…

I was glad to get back to the peace of the village. The main road through can be busy with cars but the traffic calmers slow them down so it seems quieter. I don’t think I’ll trundle out of the village again for a while. The quiet lanes where I can hear the birds..

 and peace of the pond, will do me just fine….

About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s. 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.

15 thoughts on “Suddenly the noise of traffic is disturbing…..

  1. Wendy, my husband Brian experienced the same problem, traffic noise suddenly started to interfere with him enjoying the other more pleasurable experiences of a walk around Beverley and East Riding countryside. We found wearing a Bluetooth Headset helped and had the added bonus that he had the choice of being able to listen to some of his favourite music playing softly in the background! He actually found wearing the head phones alone with no music helped!!
    It may not work for everyone, and I was always with him on his walks which did reduce any risk factors.

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  2. Your book just arrived in my mailbox yesterday…..I’m looking forward to reading it! Your step by step account of your walk is so enjoyable…..makes me feel like I’m right there enjoying all those things too. And that tree……goodness!……makes me wonder what on earth happened to it to make the trunk so curved!!?? Thank you for sharing 🙂

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  3. Glad you made it through the traffic. I wonder how much traffic died down during the deep part of the pandemic and lockdown. I would love to know more about Beverly Minster!

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  4. I wish to Thank You Wendy – for sharing your daily journey with me and so many others. My grandma and father both had Alzheimer’s and now my mom is living with it as well. Your daily journals help me to understand what she is experiencing in a new way. May God Bless you for your continued desire to Bless others by sharing your life with us.

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  5. My first thought as I was reading this blog was about your hearing aids, and then you mentioned them in the next bit. I remember how much they helped after you were finally able to get them. Time to have your daughters over for a scavenger hunt!

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