Go back to the sea.

Along the pier

Walk out to Sea

Across the tide

My life to be?

An old man thinks

Of times gone by

Boyhood days

Of gulls and skies.

Of storms and fog

Waves rolling high.

A girl goes skipping

The length of the pier

In the arcades

Candy floss, she cheers.

A woman now

Looks back in time.

Worm eaten memories

Are lost in rhyme.

From young to old

Each person’s regrets

Are tied together

In their own nets.

Sea and sand

Cliffs and rock

All remembered

As the gulls flock.

Tired

Another day of a bug. I don’t think it’s covid, I think it’s some sort of cold. I ache and I’m tired, but I don’t have the covid symptoms thankfully. I usually go outside wearing a mask. But one day last week I forgot. But as I was not going in any shops I thought I’d be OK. But perhaps someone sneezed or coughed? And I try to stop breathing for a few seconds as I walk passed people….

I guess there will be a lot less bugs about as we sheild ourselves from the Pandemic. But it doesn’t mean there aren’t other illnesses out there. Waiting for some throat or nose to lodge in, or to be caught on your hand by touching a surface with bacteria or viruses that have landed on it.

Life… A convoluted mix of luck and confusion.

Cracked path

Uneven surface as tree toots push through. Top path around Westport lake, between the lake and the canal. On the left, canal barges were lined up, sometimes occupied, others shuttered. A couple sat on deck chairs, chatting. Wearing warm coats. I think they had cups of coffee to warm themselves.

We carried on round the lakes again, sometimes surrounded by clouds of black flies, sharp ovipositors sticking out their rear ends like massive bee stings. I think they were attracted by the goose droppings on the paths. They were blown on the wind where the breeze pushed across the lake, but came back and surrounded us under the trees in the lee of the wind.

I’m glad I was wearing my glasses and a hat, and I was pleased to be wearing a mask, even though it was not really needed outside.

This week I’ve walked about twenty two miles, slightly less than the week before. But my toes and feet hurt. I’m getting quicker though….

My poor stats!

Walking with my friend and with my hubby every day is tiring and by the time I come back and get through college work, then I don’t have as much time to blog here.

I still enjoy blogging, I’m trying to share more art, but perhaps I need to write a few more things? I hope I haven’t disappointed anyone following me. I want to entertain and inform if I can… See you tomorrow!

Don’t cry…

Don’t cry for those that are gone. They cannot feel your tears. Wherever they are they can’t hear you. Remember them but don’t cry. Cry for the living, cry for those that have lost loved ones, talk to them about their loss. Don’t stay quiet and hope it will be OK. They need your words of solace.

And don’t forget the poor, the ill and the starving. The ones that are always forgotten. Take care of them, support them. Help them where you can. One day you will be gone too, but others will still be here. Then hope they get help too from others. So life supports life. And share love.

Taking a walk

I only did a short walk of two and a half miles today. But in my defence my knees and feet are sore and I still walked uphill. I’m on day 33 of my #100daywalkingchallenge, basically about a third of the way through it. I’ve learnt that five miles is about my limit at the moment. Going uphill is somehow easier on my knees than walking downhill. I’ve managed to jog slightly. I like watching the world change as the days lengthen (but are getting colder again). That it’s easier to do two short walks than one long one. And that I can manage without travelling miles in the car as long as I get out and about (oh, and with the car door playing up, so I can’t always unlock it from the outside, it’s a good job I can walk!)

Not keeping up

So much to read, do, think about. My blog is suffering, I’m out walking a lot more, and tired out when I get back. So I sit and rest. I can’t keep track. Emails, posts, lectures, reviewing, learning, tired.

Can I do it? Can I keep going? I’m hoping as I get fitter I will be able to catch up and do more. Don’t ask me to add to my burden, I don’t think I can take on more. Had my first good night’s sleep for a month last night, but I’m still tired.

Will I do it?

Another day, 14 so far, will I be able to do #100daywalkingchallenge? What happens when I get there, or trip up and twist an ankle. I hope I can be determined enough. My mind seems to be getting into a walking gear, I’m not as scared of walking as I was. I used to think walking a few hundred yards was hard. The best thing I did was to decide to walk up our steep hill on most walks, get the hard effort done at the start… It really helped me, getting through the pain… I might not be doing 10000 steps, but I’m doing my best!

Shibboleth

shibboleth
/ˈʃɪbəlɛθ/
noun
  1. a custom, principle, or belief distinguishing a particular class or group of people, especially a long-standing one regarded as outmoded or no longer important.
    “the majority, under the influence of vague nineteenth-century shibboleths, understood him to be associating himself with the doctrine that every nation has a right to be a sovereign state”

    My hubby used this word, so I asked him what it meant. He said something vague then said ‘look it up, I’m not sure’ so I did!

    I’m not sure I’d ever dare use a word like that!