I'm getting acquainted with the habits of my neighbourhood from my window. After half-past five in the morning, people are walking to work. Around nine the local shop opens. When the sun shines lots of people come out and walk around very purposefully. In the afternoon, some afternoons, hoards of young men arrive with fish and chips and leave their wrappers on the ground. When it rains everything goes quiet. So, this morning, at around eight fifteen, wearing two hats, two coats, with steamed up glasses and a mask (dressed for June!) I made my way fairly confidently to the park - in the rain.
I had to go the long way round, come in at a wide entrance instead of through my usual narrow gate; and half the time I walked on the grass instead of paths but in this newly anti-social world, it 'worked'. There was very little traffic. I saw one person running. A couple of people were having trouble with their dogs (a very small one harassing a big one). I didn't go near anyone. I hardly saw anyone. For that matter, I hardly saw anything. I was walking around in a personal mist. Too late after setting out I remembered I'd read that if you put neat washing up liquid on your glasses they don't steam up. Has anyone tried it?
I'm not very used to parks. I'm more accustomed to wild places . . . cliffs, nettle-beds, ditches, moors! But I've grown very fond of our local park, its lawns, its paths, its statues,
I think this is a cornus (dogwood)
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30 DAYS WILD
Today's Random Act of
Wildness is to
celebrate rain. |
So for today's 30 Days Wild challenge, I celebrate the freedom of rain.
