Saturday - August 1st - the eighth month of the year . As I lay in bed not wanting to rise I thought white rabbits . Some people would say white rabbits before they said anything else on the first day of the month. Reputedly to give you good luck for month . I never did . I just lay there wondering if it was going to be dry day to walk . The nights are beginning slowly to draw in . It feels late summer . I ached as I lay there . My feet ached in a different way to walking . Swimming had been a brilliant diversion but I found muscles I had forgotten about . I wondered what walking would feel like today . Would I return to sore insteps ? Would my knees ache? What about my hips ? I would soon find out .
After breakfast I set off . It felt quite a change to walk. Even if I were doing the same old road there had been a few days inbetween where I did something different . I found myself thinking a lot . Yes my feet were aching .
Surely it would wear off before the end of my walk . I dont think so much swimming . I count the roof trusses . I count the people swimming . I see who is there and who has missed the session . Walking I found myself just looking into gardens and seeing No sign of my neighbour nor any sign of man with dog . No viewings booked to see our house . If we dont get any this morning we wont have any at all over the weekend . It ise going to be a long weekend . Time drags now in a way it never seemed to before .
I find myself on a corner . A special corner where the home owner has made his garden into a wildflower meadow. He is famous in the village . As famous as Spiderman was when he ran in the Spring . Earlier in the season the corner was white. Full of daisies and lavender . Today the daisies had gone over and were replaced with a riot of colour . Yellow Corn Marigolds . They in the 70s and 80s but changes in farming
has meant a decline in these lovely delicate flowers . Poppies rich red and blue Cornflowers . I made a mental note that next year I would leave a patch of garden over to wild flowers and try to create my own little wild flower meadow.
Around the corner the trend continued . Another front garden given over to a treat for the bees. The owner had planted his garden up with wildflowers and placed his sign . Further round another patch of bare soil had been transformed . Pink Corn Cockle and Poppies . Again another treat for the butterflies and bees. It made a site urging me on with my walk .
Sunday - swim day . Met some old friends again not seen for months. The baths were quiet . The changing rooms empty . The staff doing a wonderful job of making sure that only the right numbers of people are allowed in to swim . They manage segregation and make folks stand at a good distance from each other . Even in the water they police social distancing . They clean and clean and clean again .
We creep closer to holidays but somehow in the back of my mind I dont think we will be going anywhere this year .
