I am a self-confessed lazy sod, and it’s not unusual for me to sleep right through Sunday morning or to spend it slumming around in my pyjamas, having a bath in the afternoon and getting straight into clean nightwear. However, this week The Bloke (who is one of those weird ‘morning people’) and I had planned to go walking, to pick up a hobby we’ve both enjoyed in the past but have allowed to lapse. We lay in bed at about half seven this morning planning where we’d go; I had certain criteria to fulfil: three and a half miles, flat, woodland and a yew tree. We settled on a walk that begins only a mile or two from home; part of the ‘Tolkien Trail’ which starts at Sarehole Mill in Hall Green, near where the author lived as a boy.
The light was beautiful as we started our walk; dappled autumn sunlight, glare diffused by trees and sunflare reflecting off water. The yew tree was unfortunately inaccessible as the museum there doesn’t open till mid-day, but that gives me a good excuse for going back in the week. I could see that the tree has masses of berries and it will produce a fabulous image I’m sure.
The walk took us along a wooded path, across the River Cole, then through The Dingles, where there are some fabulous Tolkien-inspired sculptures and up to Trittiford Millpool Park. There are hundreds of Canadian geese at the pool at the moment but the park was peaceful and somehow looked better than it sometimes does. The grass has been tidied up, so it is neater, but I put the improvement in ambiance down to the sunshine.
We did a circuit of the pool and returned the way we had come although the return journey takes in the opposite side of The Dingles. As we left to return home, I told the Bloke to remind me how much I’d enjoyed Sunday morning, and gave him permission to discourage me from being such a slob next week.