Resting up time

 

Today is what would of been Mum's birthday.

I may be off to the Barber's in a bit but I'm having to be careful as my knees ache a lot a little above them hurts too as I was struggling to get about on monday having been out for a stroll a long the towpaths which in the stretch I was on was gravel over the mud of which there had been a lot at the weekend.

I had been out at the weekend to the park but even there after the heavy downpours not only was the playing field all muddy so you sank in it, even the pathways had about two inches of waterover the and mud that had ran on from the adjacent grass so thick I almost went flying in landing head first.

The better stuff of sorts has been its been warmer around thirteen to sixteen degrees c so actually for a few days I've just been able to be out with a jersey on, leaving off a coat completely.

Something for the road

It is hard to believe we are in Spring not least with the recent very windy and cool temperatures most recently.

Getting out always was the thing when I was younger be that to the informal what today they'd call unstructured rustic play areas with grass and a few trees dotted about where in the absence of play equipment we created our "play" in our heads, running around, kicking a ball in the street or going to park which in those pre subsidence works tended to be muddy and sinking in the middle.

The other kind of out tended to involve short car journeys where we'd pull up play for a bit before having a packed lunch and a rest to let your dinner go down.

It wasn't uncommon for us to bring comics, magazines and books with us from the ever popular I Spy series to the "Observer book of..." series that you might read in the car but more often just resting by a tree on your picnic throw and whicker basket with the food and drink in feeling carefree.

That was how this thing was with us.