THE GREENSAND RIDGE WALK – Leighton Buzzard to Woburn

The Greensand Ridge Walk – Day 1 A day of sunshine and showers was forecast as the Lovely T dropped me off by the Grand Union Canal in Leighton Buzzard for the first stage of The Greensand Ridge Walk. I always love walking along canals -being nosey peeking in  back gardens which run down to…

THE GREENSAND RIDGE WALK – INDEX OF POSTS

The Greensand Ridge cuts like the Yellow Brick Road twisting and turning across the Bedfordshire Countryside. I am walking it during the easing of the coronavirus lockdown during the month of July 2020.  My index of posts on walking the Greensand Ridge are set out below. INDEX OF POSTS ON THE GREENSAND RIDGE WALK Leg…

In the Time of the Skylark – Re-exploration (11)

3 June 2020 My Dearest Boy, We have been lark-charmed, gladdened, cheered.  This week you were able to re-explore a half-remembered place.  You scooted light-footed down the gravel path, laughter in your refined voice.  Nana, lock-down hair flowing behind her, could no longer catch you. What fun you had jumping with a new self-assurance along…

In the Time of the Skylark – Carousel (10)

May 27, 2020 My Dearest Boy, As a child my favourite fairground ride was the Carousel.  It combined a longing for a connection with ponies, the comfort and safety of being held tightly on the saddle by my Daddy and the tinkly music hall songs that my own Grandma and Grandad used to sing when…

In the Time of the Skylark – Celebration (9)

21 May 2020   My Dearest Boy, What glorious weather we are having and what a special birthday I had!  I did not wake up to the magnificent view of Katerina de Aragon’s Alhambra; nor did I fill my cup with the sensous fragrance of Giverney; nor even did I walk again that old familiar…

In the Time of the Skylark – Acceptance (8)

13 May 2020 My Dearest Boy, Recently I had an interesting conversation with a friend about whether I am at present blessed with acceptance or haunted by apathy.  I pondered on  this on my walks.  I have been in a liminal state – somewhere between an old life which has disappeared and a new normal…

In the Time of the Skylark – Listen (7)

My Dearest Boy, What a thing it is to stop and listen!  To a young child, given space and time, this comes naturally.  It is one of the ways in which we learn.  In this time of the skylark’s song I have been reminded to cherish this gift. Ah, my dearest boy, I tried to…

In the Time of the Skylark – Time (6)

April 30 2020 My Dearest Boy, Time passes on.  We have had proper April weather this week – sunshine and showers; dark skies and rainbows.  I have been walking a little less and thinking about how when you spend time with Grandad T and me you love to go out in the garden.  There are…

In The Time of the Skylark – Bluebells (5)

My Dearest Boy, Another week has passed by so quickly.  Your Mummy has a folder of all the colouring, writing and crafting you have been doing.  Daddy has sent me videos of you riding your scooter; eating sweetcorn and chocolate (not together) and looking for Nana’s house on a map.  My time seems to be filled…

In the Time of the Skylark – Hope (4)

16 April 2020 My Dearest Boy, I once heard a writer tell how she overcame procrastination.  She explained that she sat at her desk, picked up her pen and wrote the words “Once Upon a Time”.  In the same way, if I unroll my yoga mat I’m likely to practise yoga and if I step…