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

NEW:  “Bloom Where you are Planted” – an Index of Posts of walks in and around the village of Harlington has now been added.  Please click here.  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…

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 – 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…