We’d had an enjoyable week’s holiday but unfortunately our flight home was delayed by several hours. We finally got home at 3.45 a.m. Monday morning. I had been up for 21 hours. Exhausted, I went straight to bed. I really struggled to get back to normal that week. To add to the frustration, we had no heating or hot water. I spent the next two days fighting depression and trying to carry out essential activities while waiting in for the gas man.
On Wednesday morning I woke up with painful cramp in my leg. Phil was working at home and after lunch, he suggested getting out of the house. As it was the second sunny day in a row and I had been unable to leave the house the day before, I agreed to accompany him for a short walk and fresh air.
We left the house and remarked on the warmth of the sun and the appearance of flowers in the garden during our absence. We walked along the canal towpath and into the park. He stopped for ages to take pictures of the rookery – an annual occurrence. As I waited, I did my best to ignore the noisy kids in the playground and admired tree blossom. Taking the longest route round the park, we spotted more blossom, narcissus, and red cherry tree bark. It really did feel like spring was coming!
Wanting to sit and enjoy the sun, we looked in vain for a vacant bench. Instead, we sat on a bit of wall near the canal and were amused by native geese chasing Canada geese. I noticed lots of nobbles in a nearby tree trunk. We had a go at the outdoor gym and decided it was hard work when you’re not used it.
Following a few errands in town, we wanted to stay out and settled on the White Swan for a pint. They were very enthusiastic and welcoming. The beer garden was not open but we could take drinks out front. We perched near the wavy steps and observed the riverside wildlife.
The lone Muscovy duck (since the sad demise of its partner last month) stood on a rectangular stone in the middle of the river; mallards squabbled; jackdaws swooped to steal bread from the pigeons.
The air became chillier as we took our empty glasses back inside the pub and used the facilities. I noticed the back wall still sported peeling paint – evidence that the pub had still not been renovated fully following the flood damage. We received cheery ‘goodbyes’ from the landlady and staff. I felt much better that evening – my leg cramp had become a dull ache and my depression had lessened.
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