A healthier glow

of this time ... inwardly still another matter ... The sun, sand, mud, sea, river, drizzle and wind in varied environments, the hill walking, trekking and hiking while sister is recovering. Those photos a plenty, video clips in time now gone. The seek in treasured milliseconds encumbered in the toil of a lesser moi. The grunts in working through the aches of muscles that once could spin a turn, tis rusty and in much need of a oil. The headway in sports tops haversack and other gear more of a reality in all not a pipe dream ... The origin in time once ... Can happen in a different context to therapy saying it will not be in strive ...

I can say otherwise... Never a obstacle not overcome ... Even the determination of life end that was not in a busy time there ... 

a FATHERS saturday

the weather better for Mum this day to lay some flowers 

A walk out to a church; daughter used this, a backdrop for her sixth form media studies film
... the squeak of this gate ... getting a starring role ...

our Saturday plans; put to a sunday ...

Across the roof tops 

a zig zag walk though the woods, to blow out the cobwebs at the top of town with the distant moor views across from the fields of Rough Tor and Brown Willy

A Foxy Friday

Up and down the lanes on a circular walk around and about by brooks in vales

A Rail Trail

the river certainly looked murky, like the rust colour of an unused rail, now long gone to make way for emmets and their bikes ...The local businesses have taken advantaged of this ... it brings in the revenue at a geographic cost ...

this set against the often vibrant greens, in the various lights, of a cool summer day of the impact of the ozone layer ... and over talked about climate change ... in and on our planet Earth ...

A varied circular walk

out in a Cornish town today 

A maize field 

A river bank 

A colourful lame 

Hit the hills running

in the vales of a Cornish estuary ...

The recuperation of a sister's hand after a scheduled operation to improve pain relief of degeneration in the joints. 

Assistance in all those daily tasks while the initial healing takes place. And all the strength needed in the tasks Dad used to do, while my sister is unable to help Mum. 

And the requisite healthier life style for me to return to my functions of rambling, cycling, swimming, the ball and cock games in Badminton, tennis I used to play through to adulthood and new things I missed out on for a while ... 

A long walk out up the hill to the out of town superstore with sister ... the very first of our many planned walks ... including a bus ride into Padstow and walking back along the Camel trail ... My request ... 

A London borough

for a special final farewell ... a lunch and quiet reflection 

A drip drip drop ...

The sky a cry The sky make a noise ... a rumble a few ... in angry thunder claps 

a Friday in pasture green

time out in a recreation field. The movement of mingling in life where otherwise I might not see still. 

The superstore layout change. 

The natural change in the seasons. The bright new greens of the tail end of spring. The wild flowers. The surrealism of scenes in front of me; reminding me of times spent elsewhere. 

The disused airfield where I learnt manoeuvres, in driving. The time spent on friends farms. A walk in tracks and woods ... 

Walking in dark green and brown forest with carpets of bluebells ... the natural springs ... those fascinating  break taking waterfalls and rampaging waters rushing and thundering past 

Natural areas for swimming ... and diving ... 

A mid week market day

again I went out on one of the busiest days ... This prepares me for the ten minute walk soon; of a bustling city centre in its transport hub. 

from ... a kitchen window ...

... it looked more summery ... 

The grounds maintenance team did the communal grass today 

Their cycles were out this time ... it was quite long on this occasion ... The hedges and weeds are sprouting growth ... all looking greener with the recent rains ...

One does not go far to notice ... and a Banksy was done ... 

I only know that piece of news ... cos of sister 

Again I have travelled

afar without leaving the den
I supposed to have seen the Alps
not just from the sky ...
Now me daughter and her boyfriend
are planning times in catch up then
To give me confidence from thence in
to times when I go alone in glens,
dales, lakes and mountain ranges, or isles in Skye
Or a Scilly to live and work too. Only so much one can do.
From time lost then, from those that did not when.

My last big trolley and handful

to the Charity shop ... today ...

for now ...apart from the dribs and drabs ... I am likely to do ... I know what I am like ... Once I am on a mission ... 

Eventually the

much needed requisite air ... I am preparing the food in for the packed lunches, those who eat me out of home ... and the goodies to pack in a travel bag ... the Girl Guide in me; that motto that sticks with you ...

It looked quiet in the store tonight ... until you arrived at the tills ... 

A conversation starter at the self scan ... All the non conveyor belts were not in use tonight ... It was awaiting one behind the other ... the commaradery with the conveyor belt broken and working it out with our baskets ... setting a new system going ... 

A Market Day

A wet noon ... I presume we have had rain since day break ... only I am in tipsy turvy mode. The continuing ardous task of bringing life up to date ... At all hours of a day ... 

I may be  too tired to go out in daylight hours to get some errands done ... ?