Last Saturday felt like the first day in weeks that it hadn’t rained….I really havn’t a clue whether it was days or weeks, time losing it’s concept at the mo….nothing to focus my mind on time, but it had felt like ages…..
The day before Sarah had come and we’d gone for our first trundle together, just to the pond and back, but boy did we get drenched……It wasn’t heavy rain, it was the steady persistent stuff that soaks you….
But….we had such a lovely walk. The pond looked beautiful….the rain didn’t matter…
Even the ducks looked hacked off by it, especially since I’d forgotten their food….🙄
The following day, Saturday, dawned to mist and cloud but by lunchtime the sun was shining and suddenly the village came alive again, as though it had been asleep through the rain…..
Still only allowed to trundle through the village, I ambled to the pond again…even Terence and Teresa Terrapin had made an appearance, first time in ages!
Alongside the pond shelter, on the ground Is a monument to an Olympic long jumper Sue Hearnshaw.
I looked up why such a strange event was marked in the village only to find she went to the local High School..the length of the jump, start to finish, is marked out on the flagstones…..a random, but pleasant acknowledgement to a local girl…gone off piste..🙄
A family with a tiny tot stood waiting by the pond shelter…and a car pulled up with what must have been grandma and grandad aboard, meeting quite obviously for the first time since lockdown. The excitement on grandmas face, the uncertainty on the child’s was striking…..Grandma so wanted the child to run up and hug her, but the confusion made the child cling to her mothers hand, not quite knowing what she was allowed to do….luckily Grandma took it gently and as I trundled away I could hear the child chatting happily….
All the rain of late had made the villagers go into hibernation. I don’t think we’d realised how important the weather has been to get us through the lockdown. My trundles had often been a lonely affair, my camera hidden beneath my coat, sometimes not seeing a sole as I ambled through drenched village streets and lanes….
But not on Saturday, not when the sun had shone and everyone looked happy again….
Laughter, children playing outside once more, squeals of delight echoing through the gardens. Chatterings of passers by, smiley faces once more. The rain was much needed for the gardens and the farmers, but the sunshine was needed for the humans too and what a difference it made…….