Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Another glorious day

The end of another glorious day - I cannot believe this weather. The cerulean blue of the sky, the billows of white clouds, the bright sun, the crisp air - it is such a tonic and really, so unexpected.

I opened my bedroom window wide this morning, and the fresh air filled the room. After many months of snow, icy conditions and then pouring rain, the house felt stale and being able to fling the window open was just wonderful.

It has been a good day. The dogs and I had a long walk, the ground is now beginning to dry out so the tracks are less swamped by huge puddles and a sea of mud. Two good frosts in succession have crisped up the earth and walking is beginning to be more of a pleasure. The dogs had such a good time - Maud has recovered well from her illness, and indeed, is a changed dog. I think she must have been unwell for quite some time. She scurried about, in and out of the hedgerows, chasing after Billy, her little tan ears flapping with excitement when she discovered something interesting. It is hard to believe that she is now 14.

I suddenly noticed something in the distance just sitting in the middle of the track - a large fox, the afternoon sun glinting on his beautiful deep orange-gold coat. Then Billy spotted it - and off he went, I have never seen him move so fast. Needless to say, Monsieur Reynard turned slowly to watch Billy hurtling towards him, glided silently into the bottom of the hedgerow, his thick brush held horizontally behind him, and across the field and away to safety. Poor old Bill was brought up short by the hedge. It was an amazing sight, but I knew full well that Reynard had been up to no good. The surrounding fields are now full of young lambs, and the foxes have had a bad winter, and are very hungry. The balance of nature.

We continued up the track. It opens out to a wider area, and the view down into the small dip and up the other side, on the far side of the village, makes you feel as if you are going back centuries in time. There is nothing much to show that it is the 21st century.

The trees and hedges are actually not managed (should I say manicured) and are twisted and gnarled and untidy, with large branches lying in the fields, and huge overhanging ones over the track. Over the other side you can see the tower of the old abbey church on the outskirts, and the old monks' fishponds below. There were ravens who used to circle overhead, making their strange cawing noise, but they have recently disappeared as quickly as they had appeared. I love it - it is peaceful and wayward, and I shall miss it.

On our way back, watching how much the two dogs enjoyed their explorations, it made me realise that, to me, dogs and city life are incompatible. A dog does not enjoy being walked on a lead - they need the freedom to explore. They were in and out of the hedgerows, sniffing and picking up scents of rabbits and small rodent life. Billy loves to race off in short bursts, and then race back to me, which is how whippets like to exercise. We rarely meet anyone on our walks, and I love the solitude and just the company of the dogs. I even talk to them - I am a mad old Englishwoman!

When we arrived back home, I put their big soft bed outside on the terrace, and they flopped down, tongues lolling, then, after a few minutes, curled up together and fell asleep in the sun, Maud's head resting on Billy's flank.

Simple pleasures are therapeutic, and I do value them. Many of you lovely people who have written such supportive comments, and a few trenchant ones, have been so good for my well-being. I read, mark, learn and inwardly digest and so appreciate your interest. I suppose I am a little alarmed at the prospect of starting out on my own again in my mid-sixties. But - I will succeed.


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Rose said...

I am sure you shall succeed and you are very brave.

Writing is the most wonderfully cathartic thing isn't it- it's as if getting the thoughts down on paper releases them and some of the bad feelings about them- well I find anyway.

Anonymous said...

I don't think the world will end in 2012 - I think there's enough gloom and doom, without feeding upon ancient predictions, (or at least I hope it doesn't, I have plans).
My dear lady, I have been married several times, and always walked away with nothing..for they were short durations...However, I have now been married to the same man for 27 years, and should we part,I will make sure he doesn't walk away with everything we've built together. That said, you seem to have such a sensitive and gentle nature, and you have to move out of your "comfort zone"..even if you rage inside, you have to use that rage to fight the good fight.
That's why God made divorce attorneys. Whenever you feel it's just too much, envision him in your bed with someone else..then, pick up the telly, and call your attorney, and sic him on the bastard. Please

Red Lipstick Style said...

You sound like such a fabulous lady. With two wonderful daughters. I've mentioned before how much I love your writing style; it just transports me to the English countryside!

I know you will overcome and be terribly happy ;)

Anonymous said...

I'm sure your girl will tell you - but do get a good lawyer to help you. When I was in the process of divorcing my X walked all over me and I weedily gave in - I eventually got a good lawyer who was horrified with my wimpiness and rectified everything - my X had no money so I wasn't hoping for millions but we sorted it out properly, everyone was happy with their share, and we remained friends. This makes divorce so much easier.
Agree about dogs - my Scottie has to live in the town at the moment until we hopefully move back to England next year. However there are a lot of parks in Brussels so he does manage to sniff around a lot. As my son says when he is in mega sniff mode 'He's picking up his emails'!

Iheartfashion said...

Glad to hear you sounding so optimistic. Your writing is wonderful.

Minnie said...

Lovely evocation of melancholy and a form of 'nature cure' (if by any chance you haven't read the Richard Mabey work, may I recommend?). The countryside is therapeutic, and it's lovely to see someone making the very most of it.
Bon courage from France.