A second week…

My new resolution: I will try to write a column every week.

Week Number Two – having decided I simply cannot fail right at the beginning, here is my attempt at a second column. Nothing positive to report on the Writing Front, but a simply glorious day for walking outside.

I am rather painfully  S L O W  at walking, but the sun was shining above the trees at the back of the house, and only a pathetic creature with no oomph at all could possibly fail to take advantage of nature’s splendour. Yes, it was COLD, but I do have lots of warm clothing to bundle myself up in, and very quickly I was able to forget the temperature, concentrate on the beauties of an Oxford winter’s day.

The birds had clearly decided this was the occasion for a get-together. There seemed to be dozens of them on every branch, in every tree, chattering away with such animation I did wish I could understand bird-talk (even though I suspect it might have been just as mundane as the sort of thing we exchange with other people we meet while out – pleasant and well-meaning, but hardly worth recording!)

I met several women, all very friendly and willing to chat. There is something very pleasant about these brief encounters, and the more frequently we meet, the more often I am told of incidents, both pleasant and not so pleasant, they have recently had to deal with. One woman, for example, had had some long painful nights, until she decided to pay for a doctor’s examination rather than wait the very long time NHS patients have to, and was enormously relieved when the results were positive. Another woman proudly introduced me to her grandchildren, who were skipping along the path with her, clearly enjoying their visit.

The sun is now going, and the sky is darkening. Less sunshine promised for tomorrow, alas. But I am glad I managed to enjoy this very beautiful day.

About Elizabeth Mapstone

Author of novels, short stories, a self-help book that really works and a serious work on the psychology of argument. Former psychotherapist, now retired and writing fiction.
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4 Responses to A second week…

  1. Dave Wilcox says:

    I reckon those birds are saying “I wish I could communicate with those clumsy two-legged things down there. Maybe they know where all the worms went”.

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  2. Pam Nixon says:

    enjoyed reading this and looking forward to more.

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  3. juliamichell says:

    Thank you for doing what I always plan to do also, write a regular blog, now I must get around to it. I have just discovered the beauty of a walk around the park with the dogs to meet other dog owners that you begin to recognise and recognise you back. We have only shared doggie stories so far but it is very pleasant to share a few words and a wave with someone whom you essentially do not know and may never know any better than this.

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    • I don’t have a dog any more, but do walk regularly (if only a short way!), and have met some lovely people. Dogs, children, elderly folk like me (though no one so far who hobbles quite so inefficiently…), even frighteningly robust adults jogging past but willing to greet a familiar face on their way. I enjoy that!

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