This was a very quick walk indeed because I didn't really want to do it. But I'd said to Matthew a week or so ago that if I tried to get out of walking he was to slap me, because I can feel my resolve starting to waver and I'd be very disappointed in myself if I suddenly gave up my daily walk just because that lazy demon on my shoulder is trying to get back into my good books. So Matthew slapped me this afternoon, with all the force of a moth's wing, and I headed out to see if the tip was open yet. I thought the tip was half a mile away, but it isn't, it's a full mile, so that means I did two miles and this is a good thing.
Incidentally, I noticed today that our grass verges are properly overgrowing – well, they would be since a lot of council workers aren't able to work right now. Rather impressed by our council in all of this because they have also announced that they're not following government advice to advise schools to open this week – science, man!
That's as political as I'll get because that's not what we're about here! Look stinky flowers that look really pretty. The plant identification app I downloaded is completely rubbish, so I don't know what this is, but it's dead common so you probably all know it anyway.
Walking in the countryside makes pavements seem very dull indeed, don't you think? Now, if I see a patch of grass that I can cross instead, I'll go that way. This might not be the best idea, though, because I've had to remove two ticks over the past couple of weeks and they get you in the long grass, I believe. Bloody ticks! What's the point of them, eh?
Whenever I walk down Morecambe Road, I always wish that we could have trees on our street. What would happen if I just planted a big tree on the grass in front of my house? Would I get fined and told to dig it up? Probably. Best not, then.
I walked past the Tavern today. This didn't closed down because of the virus; it was already closed. Now that I go outside and stuff, I kind of think it would be nice if someone bought this pub and titivated it up so that it could be my local. Maybe someone will one day.
To pass the time on the walk that I wasn't really in the mood for, I tried some more plant identification. I did say that we'd try to get good at trees, but they're not sticking in my brain. But I believe this one is a sycamore – I can remember this one because it's got a very distinctive leaf shape.
And I believe these are elderflowers. In fact, I know they are because I had a sniff of them and they smelled just like the cordial, which isn't surprising at all since these are what it's made of. Also, they're terribly pretty, aren't they?
Don't you find that a dramatic sky at any time of day makes a scene look much nicer? Here's a road and a dirty road sign, but the picture isn't horrific, so that's nice.
The waste recycling centre was where I was headed.
I've often wondered what it's like in the centre of that roundabout. It does look a likely candidate for a way into Narnia, but I suspect there may be hypodermic needles and those little nitrous oxide capsules we saw the other day, so I didn't venture over.
This is near the Jehovah's Witnesses' church, and I was sooooo disappointed when I got closer and saw that it wasn't 'Glenn Close' – damn my useless eyes!
And because you really wanted to see what it looks like, here is the Kingdom Hall of our local Jehovah's Witnesses. They once offered to come and landscape my garden for me. I wish I'd let them.
A few yards more and I was at the top of the hill, right next to Asda, looking down on the cycle track. Riveting, eh? I mean, I've really surpassed myself with this terribly interesting walk, I know.
Can you see her, in the window? Scared the absolutely life out of me, she did, when I looked up and saw that gigantic pair of eyes staring right at me. I assume she's meant to look cute and welcoming, and I'm sure she's a lovely little girl, but I don't think they've achieved the effect they were going for. Sinister as hell!
Right after I'd picked myself up off the floor and taken a glug of water, I stumbled the last few yards to the tip to find that it sort of is open, but only be appointment. That's good to know, though, eh? If I get around to trimming those brambles in front of my house over the summer, I know I can still bring it all here to be turned into compost, or whatever they do with it. How I'll get it here is another matter!
Hot day, too tired, so I didn't hang about – I marched home the same way I'd just come, pausing only to take a quick photo of the sunset behind the industrial estate.
Until tomorrow, patient friends, when I might go somewhere a bit more interesting.
WQ
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