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Published: April 24th 2020
Yesterday it was horses, birds, coots on the pond, rabbits and squirrels . Today chickens. Guinea Fowl - a bit of an odd sight around the village as they walked alongside me. My plan was to head out into the countryside . Luckily living on the spine of England we can find walks and I still keep finding them. Today it was going to be Top, Middle and Bottom or so that was the plan. A look at a map last night showed three paths with many footpaths running from them. So much I could lose myself for a week . The hatched plan consisted of just reconnoitring the area. I knew it was going to be uphill and planned with military precision a route to the top of Top Road . I had little idea how long Top Road would be but I should find footpaths back to where I had walked before and paths leading through the old quarry and the Bluebell woods. I had no intention of following any of those paths . I was going up to the top , making notes for future walks, coming back downhill to Middle Road . I would walk that to
the end in search of footpaths before returning to Bottom Road .Armed with this information I could keep myself busy for a week.
All I had to do was get out of bed . It was another one of those negative versus positive days . New walk - why not get up and get out ? Uphill thought the negative side . Not looking forward to that one. Ankles required attention . It felt as if a wrestling match was going on between head and feet . Head won . Off I went . Across the Lido. A man walking his dog in the distance . Out into the countryside and I reached the road I was searching for . A road but unmade . Potholed and uneven . It did nothing to encourage my feet to keep walking . The wrestling match between my feet and my brain had now become a tag team match - knees started to join in . But I was not going to be defeated . I concentrated on finding something along the way . Pretty purple Honesty growing in the hedges . Houses worth a fortune . Some derelict properties .
Ones years ago I would have given an eye tooth to buy . So much potential going to waste . I passed Old Canada , I passed a house where all the money had been spent on the property and had then run out . The garden and the garage a mess . I passed what looked like an old air raid shelter. Up and up until I reached the point where I could go right to the top of Top Road or left and take either Middle or Bottom Road .
I tossed a coin and continued up . Lilac was just beginning to bloom . I had to stop to smell it . A smell that reminded me of childhood .Mum cutting it from the tree in our garden and bringing it inside . I eventually reached the top . A dead end . No paths going back apart from one into the woods. No signs to follow except a warning not to ride quad bikes there . I climbed up with the intention of trying to reach the road . In the end it did defeat me and I returned home the way I had walked into the estate. I found signs of the old quarry now a wood full of bluebells . I thought a lot about whether I would like to live there .
By the time I returned home I was waiting for that cup of coffee and had planned what dinner would be . A bit of ironing to do. A bit of washing and I know I shall make some scones - cherry ones . We can have those for afternoon tea . Sitting in the garden with scones or scones depending on where you come from . Spelt the same but pronounced so differently Covered in strawberry jam and cream . Now that is something to look forward to .
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