THE GREENSAND RIDGE WALK – Woburn to Ampthill (Part 2)

Early on a promising Summer morning I returned to the village of Ridgmont to complete the second section of The Greensand Ridge Walk which I had curtailed due to gloomy weather the week before. (Details of part 1  here). The butterfly trail in the village was still in existence and just after I crossed over…

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 – 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 – 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 – 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…

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…