What local sight would you show me if I were to visit where you live?
Would you show me a cathedral for the history? A pretty bridge for the quiet contemplation? Your back garden for the special place where you like to spend time? The grocery store for all the interesting foods? A bend in the road on a hilltop for the magnificent vistas?
If you were to visit me I would take you on my walk. Don’t worry I have wellies in almost every size in our welly basket (that’s what having a large family does to a welly collection!). I usually walk fast but I won’t if you’re with me. I’ll be talking most of the way anyway, and walking fast and talking don’t mix.
I want to show you my walk because that’s where I spend a lot of time. When I’m angry I walk. When I’m stressed I walk. When I’m frustrated with a piece of work or a person or a situation I walk. When I want fresh air I walk. By about half way around the loop I’ve walked off the scowl and shoulder tensing irritations that sent me out there, and I can stride on more relaxed.
This is where I do a lot of my writing. I have many conversations with people who aren’t with me—and people who don’t exist. I have found some Home Truths in that hay meadow. I have left behind tattered bits of emotional cloth along these hedgerows. I have released spontaneous laughter to fly up through the leaves of the forest.
I also want to show it to you because it’s a walk through my England.
We’ll start at a former pub, turned into a family home—that’s my house! Then we’ll walk down the quiet lane along the Anglo Saxon village green—bordered by a church, a school, a blacksmiths (now a home as well) and the village well now in the grounds of the oldest house in the village, a tiny thatched cottage used as a model for ye olde greeting card designs and chocolate boxes. You might see squashed toads on this lane; we often do.
On past the red brick Victorian vicarage (which I love, but it’s a shame about the flooding in their front yard every year), and through the pretty farm. We’ll wave at the farmer and his wife *hello* because they’re good neighbours and I’m grateful for their footpaths. Unlike many I do not take footpaths for granted.
The two thoroughbreds will raise their heads from the green pasture and look at us as we turn to the footpath, an old drovers lane, once used to drive livestock to market, worn down so much the banks rise high on either side. Erosion held at bay by the thick trunks of hawthorn, twisted and woven over the years, and the great, sturdy-as-a-temple pillar oaks, planted by someone 300 years ago who wanted to show where a boundary lay.
Pheasants will dart past, squawking before thundering up in the air and you may startle. A few more will do this until you marvel at how many of the birds there are; I will tell you that the farmer raises them. The dappled sunlight on the path in front of us will quiver as a squirrel jumps through the branches above. We’ll see a cluster of feathers scattered in a wide arc, the soft cottony ones, and the longer, sharper, more difficult-to-digest ones. There’s so many it deserves commenting on. Pigeon, I’ll say.
The woods are dark and dappled, sweet scented and cool. When we finally reach the bottom of the hill we’ll cross two little bridges over two little streams. Moss clumps picturesquely over a rotting log (one of the old, old oaks, fallen over long before I first walked this path) and you’ll feel inspired—it’s an Instagram moment.
We’ll emerge to the light and the willows near the clear running water, otter tracks on mud. A surprised kingfisher will streak shiny, bright blue up river and away from us. We’ll see a pillbox and you may not have seen one before so I’ll tell you about these mini cement fortresses lining the rivers and roads decreed most vulnerable to Hitler.
You will nod and we’ll turn to walk on. Here we’ll crest a hill to see another bend of the river, more willows along the bank, and on the other side a hill with cows grazing, a dog sleeping on the grass of a pretty farmhouse (‘I’d like to live there,’ I’ll tell you), and we’ll both pause to see how the shot will look through our phone cameras.
We’ll not take the route through the small woods filled with wild garlic (sniff the air, it’s lovely!) instead we’ll climb the hay meadow and this is why: when we reach the top I’ll turn and so do you and we’ll look down across the river, to see the willows and an old mill built in the 1700s. It’s a perfect view, right out of one of the books I studied in English Literature all those years ago.
The sun will be warm on our backs. We’ll turn to the sound of rustling in the garlic woods and see a small herd of indignant deer, jostling for position just inside the shade, staring at us. We’ll try to count them so we can tell people later.
We’ll turn back to the path and walk on, completing the loop by the old village green and then stop at the former pub for a cup of tea.
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I’d love to hear where you would show me, readers. Tell me about it in the comments, or if you have a blog write about it and link back!
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