I was so pleased to get out and about walking last Saturday as that it was one of the things I had been looking forward to doing with Sue when she visited in August. It didn’t happen for reasons I hadn’t anticipated, and the non walk nagged and snagged at my thoughts. You know how it is when you have really been looking forward to doing something? The way in your mind you can feel the boots on your feet, see the greenery around you, smell the air, touch the bricks on the chapel you planned to visit, enjoy your companion’s enjoyment?
So not walking left a gap that felt like an unfulfilled promise.
Saturday’s walk was in Kent and with Sue, we had planned to walk in Surrey, taking in Compton with its lovely Watts’ Chapel.
Never mind, I’ll go there again another time. It’s usually a great place to see bluebells.
But there is something about walking that is good for the soul. Your body starts to move into a natural rhythm; thoughts can meander and percolate. I remember Mother laughing when she saw me hit my stride one day on a walk. It feels joyous, every part of your body working in harmony moving you over the earth.
And you see things.
I hope Celia didn’t mind me having my camera on Saturday. it was only my little Olympus that i can attach to my belt. But I did take quite a few photos.