Tree Stripes

The snow that was forecast hasn’t materialized, so the woods were drenched in stripey sunlight when I went out for an afternoon walk. All was quiet, no animals stirring, no dogs out walking their humans – I had the trees to myself.  

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Sacred Ground

I decided to combine business with pleasure (again), so after dropping my boots off at the shoe repair in Hadleigh this morning, I wandered over to the old church in the center of town. I’ve passed it a thousand times, I’m sure, and while I often appreciate it in passing, I’ve never stopped for a…

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Ikea Counts

As anyone who has ever shopped at Ikea can attest, navigating through the store counts as a real walk. Yes, I know it is already a matter of my project, my rules, but I want to make sure that on any given day I’m holding to the spirit of my resolution — to move my body,…

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In Village Life, Small Things Matter

I’ve been showing you around Thundersley because it’s home to me, and it’s where I walk most days. I also want my family and friends around the world to see my local community, and I hope to sow some seeds… maybe if I show you the place that has taken me to its heart, you…

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Walking together, sort of…

Thundersley was sunny, glorious and cold* this morning. I had picked up some fresh lemon grass and curry powder from Foods of Asia for a friend, so I walked through the village to drop them off just before lunch, giving me a chance to get some fresh air and mingle a bit en route. Sometimes, too, it is just nice…

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Walking to the Pretty Things

I’m lucky. I live in village that has its own wool shop (aka haberdashery), and the shop has been a big part of my life for all the years that I’ve lived here. On Tuesdays nights we bead at Bodkins, and on Wednesday evenings we knit (other classes happen at other times, but these are the…

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Wandering into Antiquity

We live on the very edge of old woodlands. Very old woodlands, in fact, once attached to a royal manor belonging to King John. The lodge is long gone, but the coppice woodland is an established and much loved part of local life. Inspired by my weekend of working with the map shown above (and…

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An Unexpected Read

I didn’t want to go for a walk today. Seriously. I’m busy here at home, and it is warmer inside than out, so I really didn’t want to go out. But a promise is a promise, so I donned hat and coat and gloves and headed off for a quick dash around the block, reasoning that…

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Red Icons

Red pillar boxes, red buses, red phone boxes… are they red so they show up on dark days? Through fog and mist? I don’t know. But whatever the reason for the colour, spotting the bright iconic boxes and buses, no matter the weather, always makes my heart smile with recognition and romance, reminding me that…

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Twilight

It was already getting dark by 4:30 this afternoon when I was walking home from the village. There is something timeless about being out just as day gives way to night, and lights come on one by one.

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