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…
Tag: walking for mental health
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…
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…
THE WESSEX RIDGEWAY – The Stones to the Wheel: Dorchester to Abbotsbury (Part II)
Four miles! After walking approximately 160 miles across Wiltshire Downs and Wessex Heights I rather held back from putting the top on my thermos flask, rising up my sixty year old hips and completing the last stretch of stunning countryside into Abbotsbury. How wonderful to have my son J with me every step of the…
THE WESSEX RIDGEWAY: The Stones to the Wheel – Dorchester to Abbotsbury (Part 1)
On the last day of my birthday pilgrimage J and I stepped out early along the back streets of Dorchester and soon reached the huge multiple ramparts of the Iron Age hillfort Maiden Castle. He did not need to reminded that we had last climbed this together when he was 6 years old and I…
THE WESSEX RIDGEWAY: The Stones to the Wheel – Ansty to Cerne Abbas
18 September: It took me a while to get going this morning. The proprietor’s dog decided to follow me for the first mile and despite lots of pointing and several shouts of “casa”, she refused to obey and return home. So I had to walk her all the way back to the farmhouse where I…
THE WESSEX RIDGEWAY: The Stones to the Wheel – Iwerne Minster to Ansty
17 September – It was a beautiful , clear start as I left Iwerne Minster for the day I had labelled my Wessex Heights. I have long had an affection for the poem “Wessex Heights” by Thomas Hardy and indeed have written several posts about it before (found here). I was full of excitement and gratitude…
THE WESSEX RIDGEWAY: The Stones to the Wheel – Ludwell to Iwerne Minster
16 September : The weather changed overnight and all at once it was that season of “mists and mellow fruitfulness”. I traipsed through wet fields past Ludwell watercress beds and then began the long, slow climb up to the view point at Win Green. Not much of a view today but a feeling of claustrophobic…
