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Published: April 28th 2020
"Is that rain I hear ?" Gently tapping on the window . I cannot hear anything as I lie under the bedclothes . "I am sure it is raining ." The work of fiction the weather forecaster got it right . April is going out in the way April should go out . Light rain showers . I get out of bed , look out of the window and sure enough the ground is wet . It has been raining . Not enough to force me back to bed yet . The ground is darkened by the rain splats . Time to make a brew and see what happens next . If it pours down it will stop me walking . I think a silent thought . Please stop raining - just long enough for a walk before the rest of the world wakes up. The potatoes will love the rain. It might just bring the carrots on. But it will stop me doing the constitutional walk if it continues . By the end of brew the rain has stopped . Stepping out there is that fresh smell that rain leaves behind .
Where to walk to to ? Again
that is a problem . It will be too wet to tramp across fields into open countryside. This leaves me with only one other option. The dreaded housing estate . Bungalow after bungalow of the sameness . Gardens that all look alike . The same plants . The same trees . I have little choice . No walk or this . I know I won't take many if any photographs . I probably will pass more people than I want to pass . I could have a day off but then that is not me . I need the walk to clear my head and get ready for another day of lockdown.
With coat on I head out as I always do looking for something new . Something to come home to talk about over the coffee . I pass the man with the small brown terrier . That is the third time we have passed pleasantries since the weekend . I could stop at the church but I have done that times many. If it were open then I would like to look in but it is always firmly shut to the world .
There is a
different route to take this morning . Through the maze of the estate that I have avoided . With a mental map in my head I set off down the first road . It looks familiar and I make the decision quite wrongly that I have walked this way before . I retrace my steps to the next turning . This looks different . It is but it leads nowhere other than to a dead end .
It is frustrating me that I have to walk back over old ground and start again where I passed 10 minutes ago . Mental map reset . It is downhill all the way . I pass the first left turning and then the second . Only one more to go and I should reach the snicket through to the large layby on the main A61. I have seen nothing new so far . A few skips being filled with garden rubbish . A small pond in the front garden on one house . Even the house numbers are regimented . As I search for numbers that interest me I find nothing .
After reaching the layby it is time to climb back up home . A steady hill which seems to go on forever . A bit like social distancing and Covid 19 . I cannot even see the top of the hill . As I climb I start to think that even industrial is more interesting than this walk . That the welsh word for social distancing is a bit like the old Simon and Garfunkle hit I am a Rock , I am an island . Hunan which means self . Ynys means island and add the ig at the end and it turns into isolating . Isolating on an island . What a thought to end the walk on .
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