"Morning " she shouted across the road . "Morning " I replied . "Busy isn't it ? I thought it was lockdown " "Yes , seems like a lot of people still travelling in their cars " was my reply. We agreed the lady on her morning walk and I that this was a lovely time to walk . Peaceful but there seemed to be more people on the roads today than we both expected . "Not sure all the journeys are essential " she quipped . I smiled , agreed and we parted company. Probably never to meet again . The next jogger was not so friendly. I saw him coming . He had no intention of going into the road nor of trying to avoid me . We barely looked at each other as I tried to avoid his attempt at making the pavement his own personal running track . It is a lovely morning . The sun is shining . The clouds are up there but look like driven snow with the sun peeking through. Some look as if a human hand - an expert seamstress has gathered them together and smocked them . They look all the
world like a smocked top half of a childs dress.
Wind back a little . The sun is streaming in the bedroom . It makes it easy to wake up and rise . We are off for a walk again before breakfast . In search of a path around the bluebell wood . In search of the allotment owners to ask one if they have any spare courgette plants for sale .Surely they will out this fine morning . Surely they will be happy to sell a couple of plants to me.
Our walk will take us downhill . Through the housing estate. A jumble of roads and houses . Nothing special . I might peer into a few gardens along the way . Once out into the posh part of the village we walk past five and six bedroom houses . All with large gardens backing onto woodland . All the gardens neat and tidy in a regimented fashion . Up past the old vicarage to the last cottage where I find the footpath . Memorised for another walk on another day .
We turn left, down Watsons Lane . Good news for you . We
are walking downhill. A handful of houses are all we pass along the way. Six Acres - yes he probably does own six acres plus four cars . A couple of 4 x4's and a couple of smaller ones . I wondered why you need four cars. Pear Tree Farm . The roses are just starting to bloom as they climb up the wall. A tiny stream almost dried out runs alongside us. Full of what looks like fresh green water mint . The allotments are quiet . Not a soul there . No-one to speak to . No-one to sell me just a couple of plants . My money jangling in my pocket as I walk .
We are going to stop for a moment - a pull in for cars . So if we follow this we will wind our way down to the river, across the fields and down the Forty Steps also known as the Fairy Steps . Another one noted for another day .
Around the corner . it is dark now under the trees . I am missing the scarf I left at home and missing my gloves. The gate to the
boathouse on the Great Pond of Stubbing is locked . The lake shimmers through the dark trees . The signpost is now covered in pink clematis . And then we are out into the sunshine again . I want to take my jumper off . It is too hot to walk now with it on but in the distance I can see a couple walking their greyhound . He - a tall man who looks as if he were an office worker , an insurance agent or a policeman wears a woolly hat and a winter coat . She - I never made any opinion of her was dressed the same . I felt it would have looked odd had I started to strip off the jumper when they looked as if they were walking in the Arctic .
We are going round the corner out of their sight into Pearce Lane . A farm to the right and stables and cottages to the left . It is very rural and quiet just birdsong . Off comes the jumper . It is so much more comfortable walking . What plan for today I wondered as I walked past the
milkmans house . Day 50 Wash the car I think . It needs doing. That should take an hour or so. Write a presentation on phobias perhaps for work ? The old garden centre is now sadly closed on Birken Lane . We are on the last flat bit . Make the most of it .It is uphill all the way now to home and coffee and cake .
A runner comes towards me . His pace guided by the speed his small child can pedal his bike along . Both smile . Both say morning and travel on. Just the Lido to cross with its swans , coots and usually dog walkers . The pub sadly closed . I wonder if it will reopen after all this is over . One last push . Now this is the big hill . I know not what you need at the end of a walk but there is no choice . Can the smell the coffee ? Quicker we get up there the quicker we will sit down and enjoy that coffee and the toasted tea cake .
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