Today, I relearned lessons about what happens to your body if you stay up too late reading. The legs just don't work properly and your daily walk that you've committed to ends up feeling like some kind of not-fun marathon that you're not even doing for charity. (The thought did occur to me the other day that, like other celebrities and famous actors, I probably should have monetised my little challenge and set up a JustGiving page – but since I really only have five, possibly six readers now, that would have been a waste of internet ... err, capacity.)
It's been a bit nippy out these past few days, eh? Skies look different on these greyer and damper evenings, all dark and brooding, perhaps even more dramatic – foreboding, I think, is the perfect word. Portentous might be another one.
Is it the law that these weedy bushes that smell of wee have to planted around school fields in England? They look quite pretty up close, but, man, they smell like evil. I just thought I'd note down that observation for you.
But I am sorry! Usually I start off a post by indicating whether I was alone or if Matthew was with me, and I also start to introduce a narrative, a little bit of a story that gives just a hint of the direction we headed. I haven't done that today and that's because this is just how my brain has been working this week. Difficult to focus on things properly. Interesting. How are you feeling? Finding it difficult to concentrate as well? Yeah, I've no answer to that, sorry; but at least you're not the only ones.
Here, take a look at this neatly arranged pile of blossom petals as a distraction. I believe the wind does this. There can be no other explanation, unless someone comes out with a sweeping brush to tidy up all the pavements, but I can't think why anyone would do that.
To stretch our legs a bit, we decided we'd climb up the banking to get into the park, which is allowed – there are paths up here that have been well used since before I was even born, I think.
See? A well-worn path, up into the gloom:
Very gloomy, but we're well used to walking the dark now and this park can hold no fear for us anymore. I said to Matthew, 'Alright? Scared at all?' and he looked at me like I was a bit deranged and said, 'No ... should I be?' Cool.
More dramatic evening skies. This is not the sun, it is the moon. It's not even a full moon; it's something like a quarter moon. Honestly, I know nothing about anything – does anyone know the phases of the moon without Googling? I'm too tired to look this up. And does it even matter? I think it's enough sometimes to just admire things because they look awesome or exquisite or intriguing, without having to know everything about them.
Part of the reason it wasn't very scary in the park this evening was that we kept to the path that's parallel to the road, so we didn't really go very far in. Also, we were very tired and our legs just didn't have much energy in them, so if there had been any axe murderers in the park, I think we would have just let them take us. Or perhaps they'd have left us alone anyway because of social distancing.
We went very close to scary building that I imagined a face in the last time I was here, and we didn't even flinch. Easy as anything.
We went all the way round that building with seeing anything ghostly or any blokes in white tracksuits.
Legs very tired now, we headed straight back home. It's been quite a long week – work busy, lockdown blues sinking in a little bit, reading too late into the night like a naughty 12 year old, and generally hitting some kind of exercise wall, I think. Paused long enough to record the fact that there were a couple of cars on the road tonight.
And also that there was a dragon under the bridge:
And for the first time since starting our walks, we went straight to bed when we got home.
I'm not giving up though – NEVER!!! We've been locked down for 38 days and I've had 38 walks – we've come too far together to turn back now, companions. Onward, to ... Mount Doom ... we must destroy the One Ring! Oh, that's something else.
Until tomorrow, warriors.
WQ
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