This particular Sunday had been forecast to be stormy, with heavy showers…..so as I looked outside at the morning sunshine I decided I’d risk it and go out round the village for a trundle…..
I went the opposite way round this particular morning finishing, instead of starting at the pond. How glad was I when I spotted the first lambs at the heart of the village. Little black and white ones with such unusual markings..
I knew they’d be there eventually and has gone by hopeful many times, but today here they were
I could just see the two so hopefully more to come….
Along the road, houses on the left, fields to my right. The sky looking dark in the distance but for now the sun was shining on the village. I snapped the mirage lane and unbeknown to me, I caught a hare skipping across the road. It wasn’t until I got home that I noticed. You’ll have to zoom in to spot it…
Turning left, a couple had stopped and told me about the drift of forget me nots in the local park. For those that don’t know, the forget me not flower is the symbol of dementia. They looked lovely alongside the daisies and dandelions…
As I made my way through the houses, a man I know was outside cleaning his car. I love it when he has the garage opened as inside is his gleaming pride and joy …
He promised me a ride in it when the weather improves….I just need to remember now 🤪….
A villager came out of her house asking if I had any copies of my book left for her to buy, so after tapping in her address into my phone I said I’d be back at the end of my trundle…
Soooo many flowers were in bloom in people’s gardens…the opulent peony
And bottle brush shrub to name a couple
Along the back lane, the dark sky in the distance was becoming ever closer
Holly the horse was out with her rider who stopped to say hello and for me to have a cuddle with this beautiful beast. Only since dementia have I been able to go near animals, let alone stroke and hold them. No fear now have I as I’ve faced my biggest fear facing dementia
As they left, a bullfinch burst into song on the hedgerow
Fast forward and I’d almost reached the pond, as a crack of thunder echoed round the village. A blackbird was rummaging the ground for a tasty titbit to give to its young
As I reached the pond one duck had a stretch as though preparing for the downpour
The rest of the pond was quiet, the Mandarin the only other duck in sight
Maybe they knew the storm would arrive. Within a nano second, another crash of thunder heralded a downpour of hail and within minutes I was soaked. Luckily I’d managed to hide my camera inside my coat as by the time I reached home I looked and felt like the proverbial drowned rat as I chuckled my way out of the wet clothes……time for a cuppa……