A Special trundle on a special day……. 

I wrote this last week on Publication Day…I was due on telly around lunchtime but the cameraman would be arriving just after 11 so just time for a calming walk before the stress of having someone in my house……..

I’d woken not quite knowing if it would be a good or bad day; so much going on lately both personal and public that my head was desperately trying to hold onto all the fragments of information that were important. I began thinking that it felt like being let out on licence and if I forgot the important rules, the important facts to remember, I’d be imprisoned, isolated for forgetting……a strange but very real image that appeared in my head….

But today, of all days, I tried to let happiness win the day. A second book is something to be celebrated and my favourite way to celebrate is with a trundle alone with my camera as my only company. 

It was a beautiful sunny day as I stepped outside into the cold morning air. I remember thinking my steps were slower, a haze in my head always makes me slower, but I turned the thought around and thought, ‘all the better to stop and see what’s around me’……

My first stop was at the corner house. I immediately noticed how the birds didn’t take flight today. They allowed me just to stand and watch their comings and goings as though they knew it was a special day

Then something very special. Rarely do I see 2 Robins together in the same small patch, but today of all days, here they were

The immediate thought that brought a smile to my face as I clicked, was mum and dad, coming to say ‘well done’…….🥰

I stood for many minutes, just watching, just clicking and none took flight

Even ones that rarely stay, went happily about their morning breakfast feast

Then one of the Robins hopped down onto the concrete stone below and stared straight at me

Then, of all magical things, the other did just the same

My mum and dad died many years ago, but in that moment it felt like they’d come to share in my celebration…….

I could have just stayed there, but I was getting cold, my legs becoming rooted to the spot, so I left while the moment was good. 

I wondered round the houses heading for the back lane, when a large red and white plane flew over low but climbing

I later put the photo on the village Facebook page asking if anyone knew what is was…of course, someone did as it’s very special, it’s one of only 2 new ‘oil spill response’ aeroplanes….for anyone wanting to know more, this website fills you in – fascinating…


So another unusual sight on my special day!

As I headed along the back lane, I automatically looked up at the hole high up on the tree trunk where the family of squirrels live, not expecting to see anything, as I rarely do, but a shadow caught my eye so I zoomed in…

I then stood quiet and waited and sure enough it peaked out a little further

Not moving for fear of it scrambling back inside, I watched and waited and was finally rewarded

Even the squirrels were obliging today…..

I ended my trundle by sitting by the pond…

It took a couple of seconds for the ducks to see me, but then their quacking and calling out filled the air as they came flying towards me

Landing by my feet they happily tucked into a bonus brunch as I don’t usually feed them in the morning…..but this morning was special

When I reached home they were 2 boxes waiting on my doorstep……

One from my lovely partner in writing, Anna Wharton, both of us sad that we couldn’t be together today…

And the other from our publisher, Bloomsbury

It seemed that I was thoroughly spoilt by all things nature today and continued to be when I reached home….a very special day indeed…… 

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.

16 thoughts on “A Special trundle on a special day……. 

  1. What a very special start to a very special day for you Wendy. Wow those 2 robins, your Mum and Dad dropping in to see you and how thrilled they must be at your amazing accomplishments. Many congratulations on your second book, I can’t wait to read it.
    Do hope your wrist is healing ok, though you probably have had little time to think about that!

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  2. Thankyou for sharing that lovely blog. Your photos are stunning 🤩 I showed them to mum. I’m hoping to entice her on a walk, it’s such a lovely bright day. However I’m mindful that she may be having a foggy day – she doesn’t really want to do much today. Your blogs and books have opened my mind and heart to be more understanding of what living with dementia can be like. I’m so very grateful that you came into our lives Wendy. You are a truly wonderful lady, thankyou for doing what you do 🤗🤩 xxx

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