My first trundle after being amidst the high rise……

My experience of recording my book was wonderful, but oh how I missed the open fields and birds and ducks………

The first morning after arriving home, I knew my head would be banging, I knew it wasn’t to be a good day, but I was determined to trundle once more in my village…….

My legs turned right out of my path instead of towards the sunrise. I didn’t question it, I just followed and obeyed…..

It was a still cool morning, my breathe leading the way. The sky was clear as I passed by the houses

Turning left into Manor House road, towards the mirage lane, this weather vane always makes me smile

It was cloudy towards the west as I started along the long lane. The farmers wife taking her dog for a walk in the distance

I turned at the halfway point, as I always do, retracing my steps and savouring the open space around me. Images of the high rise flashing into my head and quickly fading away as I was surrounded by fields once more.

At the end of the road, a bird was perched high on the wire. As I zoomed in I saw it was a beautiful Kestrel, I think…….

I watched it hunting for prey, it’s keen eyes picking out the smallest morsel, then swooping down for its breakfast snack…..

Turning the corner, the sun was starting to rise and colour the sky. A different view, but through the trees I could still its beauty

As I walked down the road, more glimpses appeared through the trees….

Then a lone pheasant stood in a driveway, having seen me, wandering whether to flee, but decided instead to stand and pose…

Up through the houses to the back lane, the day starting to lighten…

The sun trying desperately to break through the clouds

Wally and his sheep friends must have been moved to one of their other fields, as it lay empty today, muddy and bare where they’d gorged on all that was green….

As I passed by the squirrel tree, I turned and looked up at their hole in the tree trunk. They were in residence today

One more zoomed in before they decide to hide away

As I reached the playing field the sky was turning blue, maybe signalling a nice day ahead..

Finally the pond, to see my friends the ducks once more. It was too early for me to bring any feed and sure enough, Peter the duck man, was there with his morning rations for our feathered friends. 

We all have our times for feeding the ducks, Simon with their morning feed at 07.30, Peter at 9, then me in the afternoon, with other occasional feeders giving them extra feeds. The ducks know exactly who to expect when…..Peter’s been feeding them for decades and knows each one by sight…., so knowledgable on all things ducks……

We chatted as he fed them before making our way across the wooden path and because I feed the birds at the other end of the pond, they followed, just in case…..

One began as if to laugh at the very idea

But I promised I’d be back in the afternoon……as I passed the village shop, turned the corner of the Dog and Duck, I felt glad to be 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.

6 thoughts on “My first trundle after being amidst the high rise……

  1. What a delightful account, Wendy! Those animals seem to know you, and you made me chuckle with the squirrel house, the laughing duck, the kestrel and pheasant who posed for you, not to mention the mouse weather vane!

    If you’re going to write another book I suggest it’s stories about the animals and birds! (That’s a joke by the way; to write a third book would just be greedy!)

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  2. Lovely to be back Wendy and like you I prefer my rural outlook to skyscrapers and concrete but always good to venture now and again. Lovely pics. Cute squirrel! 😊

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