I’ve made resolutions to spend more time outside and to walk slowly sometimes.
I’m a natural home body. I can stay in my room indefinitely. Once, when I was in Cornwall, I realised I hadn’t left the house for six days! It’s not good for me. Some of the most precious memories I have are when I’ve braved the great outdoors. I now take a daily walk, come rain or shine or migraine.
I stride along, absorbed in my thoughts. That’s fine if I’m in a rush or want some exercise, but sometimes people I know see me and comment afterwards that I looked ‘grim’ or ‘focused’. I’m not always focused on what’s around me though. I need to get out of my head, slow down, and appreciate nature.
I stand in the kitchen making a salad. Glancing out of the window, I see a man walking past. His walk speaks to me. It speaks loudly and clearly.
‘Hello, it says. I am a man who is walking down the road. I’m walking down the road in a ceremonial fashion because it has become deeply significant of late. There is something I must make clear: It’s my first walk of the day. And you know what? It’s my ONLY walk of the day. I hope my serious expression is enough to Continue reading
Yesterday, Mum and I took our precious daily walk along a main road with beautiful mountain views. We kept a careful look-out. The social-distancing (physical-distancing) thing is strange; it feels odd to deliberately avoid people, even for an introvert like me! It’s better to be safe than sorry though.
As we were walking, a young couple came up behind us. We stepped through an open gateway into a field to let them pass and then crossed the road to avoid an oncoming pedestrian. The woman had to pull her dog and pram onto the sloping verge because the young couple didn’t move out of the way, despite having an empty road to their right! They stayed side by side, dawdling, and didn’t seem to acknowledge her in any way. She Continue reading
I’ve recently begun walking every day. It was something I did during the summer in Cornwall, trotting down to Carbis Bay or St Ives, enjoying wandering along the beach or having a paddle, and then climbing the big hill home!
With everything that’s happened in the past month, I haven’t kept up the habit, which is a shame. I feel so much better when I’m walking regularly – fresh air, exercise, nature, humans (eek!), mental space, and story inspiration.
For the past few days, I’ve Continue reading
One day in February, I made a spontaneous decision to escape the house for a few hours. I walked along the coastal path, stopping a couple of times to do some reading work. I felt blessed to be able to do that.
A picture paints a thousand words. (Yes, Artist Brother, be as smug as you like.). Here are eight thousand words in photo form! Continue reading
I am sitting outside, eating egg sandwiches, at eleven in the morning.
The season has changed since I last went for a walk. Daffodils are appearing in the churchyard behind me – slightly timidly, because there’s still a cool breeze. The gulls try to compete with the sound of traffic from across the strait and the occasional passing motorboat. The sea in front is calm, with waves lapping the beach, and the sky is perfectly blue.
There is work to be done at home, but I can’t waste this weather, and today I needed to get out of the house. The fresh air and sunshine is wonderful after my horrible cold – I feel as if I’ve been trapped inside forever. Continue reading
Yesterday it wasn’t raining. It was breezy, but sunny and warm. I was in need of a walk, to pray and sort out my thoughts, as I was feeling burdened. I wandered down the hill, through the town and towards the sea, with no fixed idea of where I was heading.
I found myself half praying that someone I knew would come along – someone to talk to, to make sense of everything. I walked slowly through the gates and into the bowling green, a lovely spot next to the sea. I came to rest on a bench. Colourful flowers were blooming all around.
A tortoiseshell cat arrived the moment I sat down, rushing and leaping up beside me. He began to nuzzle my side and then my leg. I don’t like cats generally, because I’m allergic to them. When I was little I wanted to be a vet. I don’t know how I thought that could happen when I was allergic to so many animals and afraid of so many others! Continue reading
Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to walk down to town. It was already raining when I left, but the weather’s been so changeable that I thought I’d risk it. I just needed to get outside. I was feeling down and struggling to get any work done. I also needed to buy a stamp.
The rain got heavier and heavier! It was pouring down my face by the time I reached the Post Office. I couldn’t be bothered checking if my makeup was running.
The rain turned to hail as I walked back up the hill. There were no doorways I could duck into, so I had no choice but to keep moving and I had to shield my face for a little while because the hailstones hurt. The road turned into a river, and I could feel my boots get heavier. Continue reading
On Tuesday I was desperate to get out of the house. I had already been to Crossfit in the morning, and struggled with my energy levels during the workout. But I was strangely fidgety later in the morning.
At the moment my mind is being pushed to and fro between planning of musical activities and focused essay-writing. It’s not easy. I’m trying to organise my time so that I don’t have to think of both at once, but then I’ll be poring over the text of Dr Faustus and randomly think of a rhythm game! It’s hard to get anything done when you’re flitting from one thing to another. That’s when a walk comes in handy. Continue reading