This is one of the first walks I had since the news of Jason and it had been playing on my mind, quite naturally. but this particular day it made me make the most of the hours…..
I couldn’t help thinking that my days seemed shorter. Since Covid I was just running out of time each day. Was it because I was just slower? I’d certainly noticed everyone overtaking me when I was out walking and Stuart always has to slow down but that had been so for a while. I just didn’t seem to have the same number of active hours in a day. I always stop at 6pm and just relax until bedtime. No social media, no ipad, just staring idly at the telly watching the same programmes each night. So who had been tampering with the clocks in my house!
Then it dawned on me. Literally. I’d been getting up later, so fatigued had covid left me. I’d force myself to get up at 7am each day otherwise I’d simply stay in bed. But I’d lost those early hours of the morning when I normally had my first walk. Of course, I was two hours short each day 🙄
So this particular morning, I’d woken as usual, around 4am, but knew that was too early, sunrise now being just after 5am. So closed my eyes and when I woke next it was 04.45. I hadn’t looked at the weather forecast and it was still dusk outside, but thought, todays the day I’m going to get my hours back.
I dressed, leaving the shower for my return and headed out. I’d forgotten how quiet the morning was; how deserted the village was; how mine were probably the first footprints of the day.
The sky was starting to colour as I entered the gallops
….and as I turned the corner, and stood in the open field facing east, I suddenly remembered the power of a sunrise.
That moment when night becomes day once more. When nature provides a wonderful orchestral welcome of colour, never the same but always a masterpiece
I’d forgotten why I loved the early mornings so much until that moment
I was rooted to the spot watching it all unfold. It was surprisingly chilly for a July morning and I realised my feet were becoming cold, my hands already chilled so moved on through the gate and out into the lane. I turned and looked back, the symphony still playing
The field ahead alight with the morning sun
Figures suddenly darted across the field to the left of me….hare…I hadn’t seen hare for so long and a beaming smile hit my face
The crops had been harvested and only the stubble left, but now no longer long enough to hide them
As the sun rose higher, it shone down on the hare giving it a golden glow
I carried on leaving them to their day, every now and then turning to see the sun rising higher
Another field and yet more hares to delight or maybe these were rabbits 🤔 hard to tell as none moved
As I continued up and down the long lane, the fields to my right began to light up, the crops here, still in the field and ripening fast
The rising sun was making everything sparkle with a warm twinkling glow
My arrival down the lane disturbed the geese who’d set up home in the field. They took to the sky
…and landed back in the same spot
Out now on the single track road, all was still quiet in the human world. No cars as I approached the sheep field
Most of the sheep were busy waking, eating breakfast where they’d slept
Down the slope towards Folly Lake and the chill in the air created a mist hanging over the surface of the water giving the Folly a mystical appearance..
No overnight fishermen, unless they’d already left. All was quiet each side, the morning light creating a mirror image in the calm water
A family of geese gently floating on the surface
….and a coot out looking for a tasty morsel
Photos taken, air breathed in, I headed back up the slope and decided to continue around the corner instead of retracing my steps
I hadn’t seen deer for months now and if I would see them anywhere it would be round the other side. The path I always take had been left by the farmer so was overgrown, the path only barely visible. He’s obviously trying to deter walkers from using it 😔 but I’ll keep trampling it down with a few other I know take this route. So many of our countryside public pathways disappear this way.
I did see my deer but he was too quick for me and jumped the fence out of sight. But at least I saw one.
Heading down the side of another uncut field and my shadow led the way
Starlings always congregate on these wires, I’ve got the photos to prove it. I wonder why? Must be a good feeding area somewhere near 🤔
Back on the white chalk stone path
…the sky now a summery blue and the heat of the sun now increasing. Who should appear over the hill but my furry friend
I walked back chatting away with Stuart, Merlin every now and then walking at our side and licking my hand in case it was hiding a treat 😂 At the end of the road we went our separate ways, me now tired and ready for a cuppa. Once last photo as the end of my street came into view
Natures power, all wrapped up in a morning walk….