Post by stormy on May 14, 2007 2:37:38 GMT
I am glad i did what gardening i needed to do last week, because the rain has come back, Im not moaning by the way, we need this rain, its watered everything in. Trouble is at a guess it probally means by the time it stops, summer will have set it and everything will suddenly spring up and need cutting back again.
i have lost my body clock again, but i am still getting stuff done, even though i have been in the most ratty mood since monday, i am making myself go for walks. I am very lucky to be able to walk in any direction i like, since that god awful neighbour of mine left. And just like a bit of a child im exploring.
The usual walk we go is up our field (north) turn west and then go back south down the old chalk road thats near my house, its the favorite cut off for the walkers who dont like for some reason going past the house.
i did yesterday have a bit of a do with another neighbour, we dont get on, its not war but i think shes is weird. We have a brigde over our river, and its a deep drop to the river itself, on the bridge there are stone pillars and flinsy railings, which arent supposed to be played on, and there were her kids swinging wildly on them, due to the fact they arent nailed in, but pushed into the gaps on the posts, they arent very sterdy, so i explained to her that it was best her kids didnt play there.
i wasnt doing it for her or her kids, i was doing it for me and the fact that if one of the poles slipped she would have had a very dead child.
It does make me mad that the countryside code seems to slip from the new generation.
anyway guilt set in, like it does with me, but mum told me to forget it, i dont like falling out with them up the road, i had that before, but they do wind me up with their strange townie ways
oh silly stormy you are such a toff.
Anyway back to the walking.
The nice lady up north of my house shes my only neighbour north, her being about 2 miles away.
anyway she has the 100 acre field north of my house, and she has expressed dearly that it must be walked by me and and my mum.
They are hunters and we let them cross our land onto theres (of course fox huntings been banned)
anyway saturday i went for a walk, i was only going to go up to the chestnut trees (sweet chest nut and always has a good crop every year)
but decided i would walk around the entire field, much to the delight of the dog, who went charging off into the long grass, beautiful grass and wild flowers are in that field now, its no longer a lawn.
At the very back there is behind the fence a place i never knew existed, or if i did i forgot it was there.
what first thought was just a ditch became a place of childrens fantasy, of fairies and dragons. i had to explore it.
the sides became steep with sandstone rocks and a hidden stream below. tall holly trees rooted between yew and made hiding places to sit and shelter from the rain.
ok so my dodgey knee and hip didnt help and i found myself sliding down to the bottom, on my bottom, why is it when you are going down a steep hill you grab for things that in truth really wouldnt hold your weight.
i must admit it may have been a small area, but it was very beautiful. and a very good place to make a camp. Suddenly i was 12 again and wanted to make camps and climb among the roots.
tessa the dog somehow had found a way up the steep rock and looked down on me wagging her tail as to say 'this is a good game mum'.
suddenly my 12 year old left me and i told her to get down and stop being silly, it was high and she might fall.
I sat down because i was having a heart attack.
and then thought id better keep going, of course getting back up the hill i had slid down mostly on my bottom was going to be a chore. again to the delight of my dog who thought it was a game.
I climbed the bank in a very unlady like manner and got my hair stuck getting under the barb wire fence. it was easier under than over, and anyway i could cope with the barb wire in the crutch method of crossing fences.
so back on the path we went following the ditch al lthe way down till it came to the end, i must admit a few times i did want to explore, but the thought of climbing another fence was making my dodgey knee wince.
Another day i said to the dog, who was now a nice shade of what can only be called rusty, brown sludge colour.
I enjoyed my walk and even decided not to take the short cut, which is also known as the fall in the river way. On the chalk road is a small stream that goes into our pond (or puddle to northeners) but it hasnt got a bridge, and if you cant jump you tend to flop, or splash.
so we went via the chalk road as the heavens opened, i thanked the weather god for waiting.
he didnt i got soaked, but at least the dog got a wash.
when it stops raining im going back.
i have lost my body clock again, but i am still getting stuff done, even though i have been in the most ratty mood since monday, i am making myself go for walks. I am very lucky to be able to walk in any direction i like, since that god awful neighbour of mine left. And just like a bit of a child im exploring.
The usual walk we go is up our field (north) turn west and then go back south down the old chalk road thats near my house, its the favorite cut off for the walkers who dont like for some reason going past the house.
i did yesterday have a bit of a do with another neighbour, we dont get on, its not war but i think shes is weird. We have a brigde over our river, and its a deep drop to the river itself, on the bridge there are stone pillars and flinsy railings, which arent supposed to be played on, and there were her kids swinging wildly on them, due to the fact they arent nailed in, but pushed into the gaps on the posts, they arent very sterdy, so i explained to her that it was best her kids didnt play there.
i wasnt doing it for her or her kids, i was doing it for me and the fact that if one of the poles slipped she would have had a very dead child.
It does make me mad that the countryside code seems to slip from the new generation.
anyway guilt set in, like it does with me, but mum told me to forget it, i dont like falling out with them up the road, i had that before, but they do wind me up with their strange townie ways
oh silly stormy you are such a toff.
Anyway back to the walking.
The nice lady up north of my house shes my only neighbour north, her being about 2 miles away.
anyway she has the 100 acre field north of my house, and she has expressed dearly that it must be walked by me and and my mum.
They are hunters and we let them cross our land onto theres (of course fox huntings been banned)
anyway saturday i went for a walk, i was only going to go up to the chestnut trees (sweet chest nut and always has a good crop every year)
but decided i would walk around the entire field, much to the delight of the dog, who went charging off into the long grass, beautiful grass and wild flowers are in that field now, its no longer a lawn.
At the very back there is behind the fence a place i never knew existed, or if i did i forgot it was there.
what first thought was just a ditch became a place of childrens fantasy, of fairies and dragons. i had to explore it.
the sides became steep with sandstone rocks and a hidden stream below. tall holly trees rooted between yew and made hiding places to sit and shelter from the rain.
ok so my dodgey knee and hip didnt help and i found myself sliding down to the bottom, on my bottom, why is it when you are going down a steep hill you grab for things that in truth really wouldnt hold your weight.
i must admit it may have been a small area, but it was very beautiful. and a very good place to make a camp. Suddenly i was 12 again and wanted to make camps and climb among the roots.
tessa the dog somehow had found a way up the steep rock and looked down on me wagging her tail as to say 'this is a good game mum'.
suddenly my 12 year old left me and i told her to get down and stop being silly, it was high and she might fall.
I sat down because i was having a heart attack.
and then thought id better keep going, of course getting back up the hill i had slid down mostly on my bottom was going to be a chore. again to the delight of my dog who thought it was a game.
I climbed the bank in a very unlady like manner and got my hair stuck getting under the barb wire fence. it was easier under than over, and anyway i could cope with the barb wire in the crutch method of crossing fences.
so back on the path we went following the ditch al lthe way down till it came to the end, i must admit a few times i did want to explore, but the thought of climbing another fence was making my dodgey knee wince.
Another day i said to the dog, who was now a nice shade of what can only be called rusty, brown sludge colour.
I enjoyed my walk and even decided not to take the short cut, which is also known as the fall in the river way. On the chalk road is a small stream that goes into our pond (or puddle to northeners) but it hasnt got a bridge, and if you cant jump you tend to flop, or splash.
so we went via the chalk road as the heavens opened, i thanked the weather god for waiting.
he didnt i got soaked, but at least the dog got a wash.
when it stops raining im going back.