On Walking, Sunday 1st September 2019

It’s the first of September, and there are new pencils and ideas and starts. New hope.

The dogs and I are in Spring Field, walking on oat stubble so golden and sun-filled it gleams on my arms, up my shins. Crows circle in rival gangs to the white flashes of gulls, and there’s the ear-worm mew of buzzards.

There’s a single and mighty Spear thistle collapsing on the margin, the flowers not yet turned to fairies. I like the spiky green sputnik seed heads, the punk ruff of purple petal bits. There are two furry bees, bustling their way across the spines to each flower.

I have come back to myself this summer. There’s been camping and walking and the dogs and the pony (the darling pony!). There’s been the round, blue paddling pool and the new lounging chairs (I am now a woman who lounges). There’s been beans in the garden, and a zillion courgettes, roses as big as my hand. I have turned forty, and it was like being woken up, as if someone had poked me, and said hey. Remember how to live. I’d forgotten.

Now, my ridiculous navy-spot welly-bobs swish and crunch through the yellow stubble. The sun is warm on my hair, my cheek, my bare arm. Later, I’ll read the papers in the garden, eat soft, pink raspberries straight from the canes. There’s going to be paella for dinner, and we might have gin and tonics with pistachios as a starter. Then the last walk, in the dusk, when the jasmine smells strongest, and our footsteps are slow, wandering, and we don’t need to talk much.

The crows and gulls wheel above in the endless blue sky, the buzzards wheel higher still.

Happy New Year, my friends. Here’s to life.

Spring Field, in its golden, September self.

Author: mrscarlielee

Mother. Writer. Wearer of frocks with wellies. Loves Dancing, Frivolity and Good Books. Tweet @MrsCarlieLee

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