A Sunday morning trundle…..

We’d been promised a scorchio Sunday, so I decided to go for my long walk early doors before the heat of the day became too much. I use to sit or be out for hours in the heat but now I find it draining, preferring to watch it from the shade…..

Anyway, Sunday dawned quite cloudy so it was perfect for a long walk. There’s been many walks locally that I havn’t been able to do because they’ve been so muddy, but now the summer sun has hopefully dried them off.

I started off trundling through the village to the pond. Peter the duck man shouted his good mornings from across the road – he actually called me Mary, so I didn’t hear him the first time, but then he shouted louder and I looked across realising it was for me – hey ho, I’ll go by any name 😂

The Moorhen chicks were with mum and dad in exactly the same spot as yesterday

I guess Peter had just thrown them some food as mum and dad were busy feeding each chick these tasty morsels. We seem to have had several batches of moorhen chicks this year. The mum are more feisty at protecting their young than the mallards so seem to have a better chance of survival.

Their googly eyes always make me smile…

Teresa Terrapin was on one log and Terence on the other

The colourful mandarin duck, that had appeared while I was away, was still hanging around

Out of the village and you could see a distinct line of cloud and the blue heralding the heat

Along past Broadgate Farm and the lambs were out of sight today. Now my left hand turn down the track towards the back of the Westwood…this lane had been too muddy for months and even now there were still odd pockets

Through the little gate and alongside the farmers field

The crop appeared to be doing well, wheat I think 🤔

Out of the field the other end, and I was in the Westwood. The blue sky behind me.

The golf club, for some bizarre reason, decided to chop down my favourite few trees as they were causing problems for the golfers 🤐…..I actually thought, hazards were what golf courses needed 🙄…so sad when trees are cut down ‘because they’re in the way’. They were, after all, there first. So these are now my favourite 

Not many people about just yet, just one in the distance

Out of the Westwood and back on the main road and the noise of the traffic going over the cattle grid. I’d forgot to put my hearing aids in 🙈….so stared at the shadows on the pavements and breathed deeply to calm the noise

And the lambs had appeared as I approached the farm

My legs still felt fine, so I turned left into East Wood, which leads to the lovely bluebells in the spring. The dappled shade of the track and the gate at the end, always a favourite piccie to take

Up through the fields, the sun now out, the blue sky having reached us….and finally into the shade of the wood

It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the shade under the canopy of trees but the coolness was very much welcomed. Mud still having to be traversed here, the shade of the trees preventing the drying out process.

Out into the sun again, and winding my way round the dusty paths, coming out onto the main road once more, and the village in sight. Although I heard it before seeing it as the shouts from a football match could be heard first. 

A lone pheasant meandered through the farmers field

A cycling villager passed me by, shouting “hello Mary’ 😳….what is it with ‘Mary’ today 😂 before turning round and apologising and calling me Wendy 🤣

Turning left off the road and through the field towards the village. I decided to go home via the copse behind the playing field and again, the cool shade of the trees was very welcome

As I came out the football match was in full flow, parents shouting encouragement to their children, but I’m not a football fan anymore, used to be years ago, so what caught my eye was the pied wagtail on the grass

Finally along the lane towards the church where one of my favourite flowers are now starting to put on a show….the humble foxgloves – I adore them…

My legs weary, my body now telling me it needs a cuppa and the sun now starting to beat down….time to go home….

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.

9 thoughts on “A Sunday morning trundle…..

  1. I was intrigued by the lovely picture of the pied wagtail. I Googled it, as I had never heard of it. Found great info on something called Tweetipedia, and learned this bird is not found in the US, except on rare occasions in Alaska. Also found this fabulous quote: “No one knows why wagtails wag their tails. The poet John Clare caught the bird’s gait well: Little trotty wagtail, he went in the rain. And tittering, tottering sideways he near got straight again.” Thanks, Wendy, for this learning experience!

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