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Published: June 25th 2023
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Why is it we are never satisfied with what we are given? Summer has arrived here with a vengence . One of those hot, humid, muggy summers . The grass is yellowing in parts. Plants are dying and I pray to the god of rain to drench me just to get some relief . It feels too hot to garden unless we do it at the start of the day. Even then it is most unpleasant . We leave the windows open to try to gain a through draught . We make plans to go to Chester to try to get a place to watch the Midsummer Watch parade . A medieval parade which has been re-invented and has become a yearly event since the end of Covid . Yes Covid . The summer vaccination programme is coming to an end and all over 75's should be good to go again until the Autumn round of vaccinations . The enquiry to Covid has brought all the experts back to ask why they did what they did . To find out what went wrong and what could have been done better . Boris has been slated again for misleading parliament . And
to top it all the longest day has been and gone . We head now slowly down to darker nights and Autumn. Autumn when I will wish for hot weather again. Never satisfied - that is the problem.
What an odd thought brought to me courtesy of the calendar . The utterings of one Jidou Krishnamurti. "It's beautiful to be alone " I am not sure that everyone will agree with that thought as being alone sometimes equates to being lonely. He carries on " To be alone does not mean to be lonely " Explain I thought . He did go on to talk about being influenced and contaminated by society but I found myself on my walk thinking more simply than that .
I walk alone. I swim most of the time alone . Am I lonely ? No being alone means that I take in the walk along the river . Not distracted by conversation I can hear the birds singing away in the trees . In the Spring I can listen to the tap tapping of the Woodpecker and today I heard the cuckoo for the first time .
Being on my own
I can look out for the Goosander and her chicks or spot the heron on the opposite bank of the river . I might see a canoeist or two or a fisherman. Perhaps a mallard duck . All the things you miss when you walk with company.
It is a time to think . To see the riverbank change in colour as different flowers bloom according to season . Sometimes I meet people along the way. The joggers who shout a cheery good morning . The cyclists who whizz by. Others day I see not a single soul. Does it bother me to see not a soul. Not really . I can ponder the weather, the planes going overhead. Where are they heading for ? I can imagine their route . Where they came from and to where they were going. I could look at the sunrise in all its glory . The trees without leaves. The trees in full leaf. The clouds . If it rains I can stop a while under a tree and wait for the downpour to pass over . Once a month the races are on and I fall into easy conversation with one of the men in charge of the gate . He tells me he likes this racecourse . He likes to chat now and again otherwise it can be a long day of doing nothing .
So many things to see . Butterflies and dragon flies . Would I notice them if I were not alone ? Probably not .
Unig is a funny word . A welsh word that has two meanings . One meaning if used in the front of a noun and a completely different although not surprising one when used after a noun . Unig plant - an only child . Plant yn unig - a lonely child . An only child is not necessarily a lonely one . Sometimes it is beautiful to be alone .
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