Simple pleasures |
I am convinced that walking in the fresh air actually facilitates the gentle flow of thought and conversation. I am not just thinking of the horse trainer I met earlier in the week who told me she snapped her vertebrae breaking in a new colt, or even the many Labrador owners keen to impart advice, but also my children. Since Pickle the puppy arrived, our weekend walks as a family have become an unexpected way of learning more about our kids' secret lives.
On any day after school, if I had attempted to pry into their affairs, I would have got the automatic brush-off. "Sorry Mummy - I've got to watch Scooby-Doo," or "Nothing happened today". Nothing, really? On a walk, however, there are no TVs, ipads or even homework to contend with. All we can do is walk and talk - what a revelation! Suddenly I am hearing about snippets from their day, friendship issues and even flirtations in the playground.
On quieter days, as I range around the fields, circumventing the odd pile of dog poo, I am strangely reminded of William Blake's rousing poem, Jerusalem. For centuries, all those feet in ancient time have been treading England's pleasant pastures green and perhaps - just like me - chewing over their day. It seems I have re-discovered a primal need to travel by foot. So bring me my collar of burning gold and my lead of desire: Pickle and I are off for a walk.
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-- Annabel at CountryWives 18 July, 2013
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