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 – 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 – rainbows (3)

8 April 2020 My Dearest Boy, The skylark is now my alarm clock.  Each morning it is up before I am awake; afield before I am up and “breakfasted” before I am afield (Thank you, Mr Hardy).  I walk early and the deer and rabbits are surprised to see me.  Today as I sat on…

In the time of the skylark – connection (2)

My Dearest Boy, “Not all those who wander are lost”, wrote Tolkien.  Maybe, I should add the words “whilst social distancing”.  I don’t think that phrase existed three weeks’ ago. On my walk this morning I was reminded that it is OK to wander and not to know.  It is also perfectly acceptable to feel…

In the time of the skylark (1)

Tuesday 24 March 2020 My Dearest Boy, I walked early this morning, purposely over the fields – muddy but still firm with frost, towards the railway line.  I would have taken you on this path today.  I passed no-one.  It’s so quiet.  There are few planes in the sky. As the air warmed the yellowhammers…

THE TINKER’S TRAIL – HARLINGTON WALKS

Where to walk near Harlington on this cold and wet morning?  Ah, February, a time of hunkering down, sheltering from the rain but yet, hope.  Always hope that Spring will soon be here.  I was so grateful that I roused myself from the couch on a damp and dismal day to take this four and…

AN AUTUMN WALK FROM HARLINGTON

As the early morning Autumn mist showed signs of clearing with the promise of a fresh clean day I set out from the Village Centre and soon found myself in the countryside.  The ground was steaming as the sun dried the dew and a red kite circled overhead. As with so many of my local…