Hi Guys, great news my large wound I had on my back has healed up completely. It is truly amazing how the human body can grow new tissue and heal up and over large cut out areas. As for myself I claim no credit for such a wonder that took three months to heal up complete leaving me with a rather fetching scare, a much better looking one then I had there in that exact spot before.
Since the Op I have been able to walk with my Mrs B,and Bella one of our dogs. It is a joy and I felt like I had been fresh released from Prison. My longest walk so far was the other day when we all walked at my pace a cool 3 and a half miles in the surrounding country side of Fiddle Wood.It is tiring but well worth it as my legs are building up muscle again.True I can`t run but I sort of joggle along in my own sweet fashion.
Here is what I had missed throughout all those years of confinement.
I hope you enjoy the trip of an old codger like me?
I`m using my camera on other stuff now.
This is only a few steps away from our front door.
Near Catton Hall,
Several ancient mighty Oaks have died ,and having had their fill of standing up have dried out grey and have then split apart in high winds ,then unseen, unheard have fallen to the ground.
ACROSS THE ROAD,THE TILLS
The picture below I shot from a video I`d made upon that day,so it is not a bright picture but it is one that I need here. You will soon realise why.
We passed the Cottage of Ann Sewell, (Above),who spent the last 11 years of her life here overlooking the sweet meadow land across the Pony track.
The meadow is called the Tills,and I promised myself that I would see it again with its horses, although there are not that many these days.
I believe only a kindred spirit can write of it because Ann Sewell, was housebound herself in older age and gazed upon the many horses in the wild meadow beyond that dusty track leading to Norwich two miles away, and St Faiths 4 miles distant in the other direction. The year was 1875 and far out of her reach those wonderful creatures played away their carefree days ,but so inspired her,that she wrote her last book,and it is now famous the world over, because it is simply named "BLACK BEAUTY "
We headed up the rugged sloping pathway leading up to the high ground of the Tills where the wild Rabbits still live in a large hollow in a sandy bank. Although their holes were visible they were not,but then no were the Foxes that live nearby. There was a huge brier patch, (seen in the picture above on the left),which as the sun played upon it, it was full to the brim with singing chirping Hedge Sparrows ,now they were really loud.
We saw the Horses,up near the iron works of The Great War Memorial,and they were certainly a wonderment for Bella or dog.
I did not like the barbwire on the fence,but the horses were quite friendly ,and hard learnt that it was there.
free image uploadingThat`s my shadow!
We said good bye to them,and headed back for home.
The prickly Brier Patch was still very noisy with birds as we passed it by.
The evening was closing in as we walked back across the country side local people here abouts call "The Nature",but there was enough time for Bella to have a good fast run around with other friendly dogs which was really great fun to see.
With the light fading fast we headed in the direction of Fiddle Wood that lay snugly just beyond those tree`s.
Eventually we arrived home just in time for Tea. You might call it Dinner,but it is all the same. Thanks for reading. BB