Worried Walks and Wildlife
Today’s little adventure happened after I’d dropped Lizzie off at her work at 2pm. I’d seen a piece of woodland that I knew you could walk around but didn’t seem to get many cars parked by the gate so thought it would be nice and quiet. I remember as a teenager walking there from Ashby-de-la-Zouch to meet my boyfriend who was busy ploughing the field. Funny to think of it having mature trees in now. We parked up and walked through the gate. I was relieved it was a cut through rather than a style or a kissing gate. Meaning I didn’t have to touch it. And stopped. Wow. I was met with a carpet of green luscious grass and dandelion lions. Blossom sprinkled from the trees and fairies danced in the wind. Meaning the beastie was like taking a Tasmanian devil for a walk. I have the rope burn on my ankle to prove it. I inhaled in the countryside and exhaled the worries I had, my thoughts which had been consumed by someone’s jealous gossip, had upset me more than I realised
