Before todays blog…..you might not have seen yesterdays first blog of September. WordPress are looking into why email notifications didn’t go out – it was probably something I did 🙈….But here’s the link in the hope you get todays…it includes the first showing of the cover of my new book, out in January 😊
I’ve never been a fan of August. Even as a child, I longed for September to arrive when we’d be back at school….Those long hot days of summer used to drag along for me. I’m still the same now.
Since dementia invaded my space, August takes on an even more confusing role. The routine gone of seeing children walking passed my house in a morning to school replaced by an emptiness. For many it’s January that’s the ‘blues’ month….I like January, it’s my birthday 🤪 and the chaos of Christmas is over and normal routine resumes again….so August is my ‘blues’ month…
I’d woken one Sunday to grey murky clouds. We’d had rain overnight and the day before. August had obviously forgotten it fell in summer…..
I decided I wouldn’t let the murk keep me inside, but it took until lunchtime to convince my legs. I headed for Folley lake, a nice long circular walk. Heading to the pond first, mainly to see if anyone was about, but it was as quiet as the weather – everyone in for lunch maybe…. Even the pond was still, the water calm
Up through the houses. A sunflower trying hard to be bright and cheerful after having been lashed by the rain
The playing fields deserted as was the back lane…
Through the gallops and onto the lane heading for the lake, Halfpenny cottage now in the distance
As I turned right and looked back, tiny pockets of blue had pushed their way through the grey clouds
Unlucky farmers had cut the hay but would now have leave it to sit for a while to dry before the baler would be any use on the field
One field after another of the large Risby estate came and went. The Christmas sprout fields were one field grateful for the overnight rain
It wasn’t that August was a wet month, it was just a dull grey month so some crops would have been happy with the overnight rain… This tiny, much maligned vegetable starting to fill out. A marmite vegetable – you either love ‘em or hate ‘em and I love ‘em….
And I find the plant itself so beautiful, so perfect, like a giant sprout itself opening out…
Almost at Folley Lake now. There’s usually lots of cars parked up at the side of the road on a Sunday, but the weather had obviously put people off. A solitary car instead, looking like it belonged to the two metal detector men who were in the field – hunting for treasure or a lost ring? Who knows…
I knew the fishermen wouldn’t let me down. Sat by the lake in all weathers, waiting for that whopper of a catch
Some with tents to sneak in if the weather turns wet, others with large umbrellas to shelter under…it would usually be to hide from the sun and sit in the shade, but not this August…
One last photo of the Folley itself, mirrored in the still water, before I head back to the road
The sheep had moved fields from last time but I could see them ahead. But before them a flurry of birds caught my eye, chasing each other across the sky before landing on the tree top ahead of me.
I thought they were sparrows at the time, but they didn’t fly like sparrows and their tails were swallow like, but certainly not swallows either
Whatever they were it was nice to see them…
As I turned off the road and into the field the sheep came into view snoozing on the grass
The long lane ahead of me would lead back to the village; the clouds still grey, the sun very absent
The odd poppy at the edge of the field bringing some colourful cheer and making me smile as they’re my favourite wild flower
The walk had levelled my spirits. Nature and the great outdoors always lifting me even on a grey day like today. But then… for some reason, for which I was thankful for, I looked behind me, into the corner of the field, just alongside Halfpenny cottage……and there they were. The sunshine I’d been waiting for. To the sunshine in the sky, but they filled my heart with sunshine…two beautiful deer……
I think mum and child….suddenly both look up and stare straight at me
Aware I was watching them but comfortable I would do them not harm, they carried on nibbling on the crops and just chilling…..
I stood stock still, mesmerised by their beauty. Grateful they’d come into the open to allow me to share their day. A couple approached, wondering what I was staring at.
“What’s so interesting? Is it a hare?
…..asked the man.
“Two beautiful deer” I replied, still looking through my camera lens…
They didn’t seem impressed and walked on…..and I wanted to shout at them, to stop and look….but then realised they weren’t as lucky as me….they didn’t have the power of the lens to look up close upon them….see their eyes, their watchful calmness….
The deer sensed the presence of other humans and I watched them disappear into the safety of the crops…….it was as if they’d never been there, but I knew different. I had the evidence
And the last mile of my walk was filled with sunshine…..not in the sky, but in my heart at what I’d just seen. Nature can bring sunshine into our lives on even the dullest August day…..if we take the time to look….