Tuesday, June 8, 2021
In which there was walking
So. Much. Green.
A couple of friends and I went for a long brunch and a decent meander across Bringsty common on the very last day of May.
There was a feeling, at least with me, that we were chasing away the sogginess of the past few weeks. Beating the rain back.
Buttercups and bluebells and cow parsley and red clover and all sorts behaved themselves, put on their best clothes and danced genteelly in the sunshine. Rather like the participants of an Austen ball.
Somewhere, in the rolling woods and grasslands, a peacock’s eerie cries were rather startling.
At the very top of the common, distant hills, usually dark and full of boding up close, became blue and vague around the edges, like your granny trying to recollect where she left her wool.
There were little dells, streams, an oddly placed Methodist chapel.
There were conversations that meandered on behind me as I focused on moving forward. The urge to move is quite strong at the moment.
And then there were pauses as views insisted on being regarded with due reverence. I sat on the grass to better appreciate them and quite wanted to take my boots off and plant my feet in the ground.
I didn’t though. Company. There are limits to what you should subject your friends to.
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