Tag: walking

Tottering By Gently

On By Peter's ponderingIn Army, beauty, flowers, perfection, Retirement, song, walks52 Comments

My wife said I always marched rather than walking, and it’s true!

I could cover a fair amount of ground at 120 paces to the minute, but that was no use if I walked with someone else, especially if it was my wife.  She is only 5 feet and a gnat’s whisker; truth be told, she’s probably lost that gnat’s whisker by now!

120 paces to the minute is also a marvellous beat to many songs and I would often sing, hum, or whistle as I went along.  There are some wonderful ribald army songs, remembered from long ago, that helped many a young man (no ladies in those days) keep going when his feet hurt from ill-fitting, hard, leather boots, and there were still several miles to go!

Of course, when my wife and I were doing long walks, or climbing steeply, we would often stop “to admire the view”.  Not a case of being tired of course; Oh no!

When I first retired, I used to walk every day, alone.  My wife suffers severe back pain that has progressed over time and even a gentle stroll can be horrendously painful, so it was always alone.

Since June 2021, when I first experienced vertigo, my walking has been very restricted.  I no longer march, but Totter By Gently!

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This was inspired when I received my annual catalogue from David Austin Roses and I saw this beautiful rose called:

Tottering-By-Gently

BERJAYA

Mud | Peter Matthews — Whispers and Echoes

On By Peter's ponderingIn creativity, global warming, nature, Poetry, Re posts, walks, weather28 Comments
BERJAYA

In the UK we love to talk about the weather.  After all, we do have plenty of it, and it tends to change many times throughout each day!  Despite global warming we still have a surfeit of rain, showers, storms, winds, and MUD.

Recently, Margaret at FROM PYRENEES TO PENNINES showed us a lovely muddy walk she had taken with a few hardy friends, and Sue at Nan’s Farm showed us a bit of typical dampness around her home.

Coincidently a poem of mine, entitled Mud, was scheduled to appear on Whispers and Echoes today. You can read it here.

There’s good mud and bad mud and mud in between The thing is with mud you don’t know where it’s been It’s come from the hills or has stayed on the plain It sometimes just washes on past with the rain Whatever the type you encounter today Don’t worry when covered, it will wash away! […]

Mud | Peter Matthews — Whispers and Echoes

Apology to a spider – second leg – Rapid rhyme #29

On By Peter's ponderingIn broken things, home, insects, nature, Poetry, Rapid rhyme, Silly slices of my mind, spiders, walks14 Comments

I’m sorry Mrs Spider that I destroyed your home

I merely wished to walk your way whilst on my morning roam

I hope you soon restore the mess that I so rudely made

Please send the bill to me at once, it will be swiftly paid!

 

I went the same way once again to see if she was there

I found a cup and saucer smashed and half a broken chair

Her neighbour said she’d moved away, we talked of this and that

I understand that she has moved into a brand new flat

BERJAYA
Police image of the perpetrator at the scene of the crime

First leg is here.

I talk to the trees………..

On By Peter's ponderingIn about me, animals, babies, beauty, birds, boats, bridges, cats, community, Dads, death, Diversity, dogs, ducks, Fact, horses, Mums, nature, pollution, swans, trees, walks, water, wildlife7 Comments

This popped up in my Facebook “memories” today. I thought it may be of interest, even though it is rather a long read.

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Not only do I talk to the trees, I talk to all manner of things.

Each morning I go for a walk.

I have various routes, but all take in fields, woodland, the River Erewash, the Erewash canal, bridges, a main road, and suburban streets.

Some days I hardly see a living soul, others I see far too many!

My normal route takes me down my road, which has only some 9 houses. At the bottom of the road I have my first conversation, with a brazen hussy who rolls on the ground and will not let me pass before she is satisfied. Somewhere close by her brother will be watching. He is more timid and undemanding. Their Mummy lives at the end house and thinks they are both boys!

I explain that I have to get on, and continue on my way. She follows, then runs ahead. It is…

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