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Published: April 18th 2020
"Are you getting up?" The navigator woke early this morning . I never heard him getting up . He was standing at the bottom of the bed " What about your walk?" " Are you bothering this morning ?" I had made plans yesterday for todays walk . On the way home I passed a man walking his dog . He started to disappear into a gap which appeared to head off into the woods. I had seen the path before but had no idea where it led to. " Morning " I said to him . "Where are you walking to?" He explained it went through the wood , around the field and came out at the bus turning area where I had just come from . Profoundly thanking him he had given me todays walk . What I had not planned for though was a change in the weather . Last night at 11pm the rain came down . The field I had planned to walk would be muddy. So with that thought firmly fixed in my brain I had a dilemma . I had no idea where to walk to. I was devoid of ideas. As I lay
in bed the negative side of the brain told me I had probably found every path around our village . Stay in bed . Have a late breakfast . It will make the day feel shorter . The other positive side was thinking how easy it would be to succomb and stay in the warmth of the bed . To have that late breakfast . Not to exercise but to sit in front of the TV watching Loose Women or Judge Rinder . I was up quicker than you can say Jack Robinson . Never watched Loose Women and don't intend to .
Breakfast was eaten within the confines of the front room but we could have been anywhere in our imaginations. Positive brain was thinking - Rome - ah Rome . Florians in Venice . Listening to the orchestra - needing a mortgage to pay for the coffee, St Jean de Luz - It made me realise I was missing the sea . I was missing travelling . The driver reminded me that we were riding an elephant two years ago today. Memories of the mechanical elephant at Nantes came flooding back . A warm glow filled me
as I thought back to some wonderful trips in Suzy and Gabby .
I needed a coat today. The weather has changed . It feels 10 degrees colder . The sky no longer that Zadar Croatian blue . It was steely grey. The clouds obscured any sign of the sun . It would rain later in the morning . Just a light rain at first then a downpour which pattered on the windows.
I left the house and headed downhill . The milkman was making his daily rounds . I saw not a soul until I reached the halfway point of my walk . A very fit runner who raced past me shouting a cheery good morning to me . It was a lonely but peaceful walk . Just me with my thoughts . I came to one of those crossroads in life - to the right I guessed the path led to Hardwick Wood and Bole Hill quarry . Ahead of me to the next village . To my left - a narrow path that appeared to be going in the direction I wanted to take . Would it be right ? I had no idea but I decided to follow my nose and head that way . Over the stream . I crossed it a couple of times . A mere trickle in places . The only sign of anyone using this path were the horseshoes indentations showing where horses had passed by . Not today they were too dry . Perhaps yesterday . I came out exactly where I thought I would . Down a lane yellow with cowslips . I met a man delivering newspapers . He was busy with his own thoughts and probably did not even notice me .
Home in time for coffee , home made jam tarts just before the rain fell . " Did you have a good walk ?" the driver shouted as I opened the day . "Yes I did " I replied deep in my own little world .
"The things I carry are my thoughts . That is it " Kamal Ravikant
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