Monday, 10 May 2021

Let's go for a walk.

Good morning. I was going to put this out last night, but Oscar had other ideas. He has been in the habit of coming into the house early evening, scoffing his dinner, then demanding to be cuddled. I put a small pet bed quilt in front of me on the desk so I can carry on with what I want to do on the computer. This renders my left arm useless as he lays across it. Typing with one hand takes ages so I gave up. At 10pm he decides he wants to go out, but by that time I am too tired to do anything. 
It started off raining yesterday morning, but brightened up a bit later on. I got my arse into gear, had an early lunch, packed a snack for later, and went off in the car to look for pastures new to explore. 
I have been to Haxey before, as my well worn map shows, but there are some paths I have yet to mark off as 'done'. I parked in the designated dropping off point for the school, a side road which isn't in use on a Sunday. Two others had done the same. 
Walking into Haxey the huge church stands proud in all it's splendour. For such a small village it sure is a massive building. The grounds are beautifully kept, the grass is manicured and the borders around the edge of the building are planted out with a mixture of flowers and small shrubs. 
I would have liked to spend a few minutes inside, but as with most churches these days it was locked. 
At the back of the church is a path leading to the graveyard. I will take a few minutes wandering around there, and sit on a bench. 
As you can see it has turned into a gloriously sunny day. 
This grave caught my attention. All nicely decorated with pretty colours. Very girly. On reading the headstone it is for a baby who lived for only two days. It brought tears to my eyes. Someone has been coming here for the last seven years to keep this tidy. As I sat on the bench a mum with two young children and a dog came into the graveyard. They went straight to it, hesitated for a minute or two, then left by the other exit. I wonder if that was their daily ritual. 
The sky was by now clouding over, and the air was quite muggy and warm. I started off with a jacket in the rucksack, just in case, but didn't need it. 
I crossed Warping Drain, and a railway line, and headed towards the river. A lady caught up with me, going in the same direction, her dog was very keen to keep going at a fairly brisk pace. We walked together for a short time, it was nice to have a chat. We parted at a junction and there was a brief chat further on with a couple walking their two dogs, one very big and one very small. 
I could hear a strange cracking noise as I got close to the river, it became louder as I walked towards it. Sounds like a gun. I hope I was not going to come across someone shooting at animals. I reached the river and saw a man crouching on the opposite bank. I was relieved to see he had a target set up and was aiming for that. 
The River Idle is not very wide. I walked alongside it for a while. Then it was time to head back by a different route. There wasn't a designated footpath, I walked along the verge between two fields and came out on a road. 
I crossed back over the railway line, and Warping Drain, by this footbridge. 

The track then took me into the village of Westwoodside, Amazingly I happened to come across the dog walking lady again. That was a coincidence. I got to meet her rather nice husband as well. 
From there it was just a matter of walking from Westwoodside back to Haxey along the road. Clouds were looming and I hoped I would be lucky. Not so, it bucketed it down. I didn't bother to get the jacket out, I would have got soaked just putting it on. The brolly was handy so that would have to do. I was fine, The rain was coming from behind and I marched on. It was a shower so no harm done. 
I nice afternoon out and seven and a half miles walked. I need to do some work in the garden today, and maybe make a start on the five shopping bags I cut out yesterday. Plenty to do. Thanks for popping in. Toodle pip.   ilona

11 comments:

  1. It is so sad to see the babies graves.There are quite a few in my local cemetery that had lovely plants and little teddies on them.But the people who run these places took all the teddies off..put them in a green bin...and told the parents to come and collect them.Not Allowed it seems.I thought it was cruel.It must have been a comfort to these parents to be able to put a small toy,every now and again for their babies.Well,I have got a busy day ahead,after doing very little yesterday! I do want to fit a walk in,so Im starting off early to my Mams and doing a few miles round the block first.Thank you for the lovely photos.Beautiful church.xx

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    1. We have some rules in our churchyard here. They seem so petty when someone is grieving a lost one.

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    2. A couple of years ago, it was reported in the papers that there had been a spate of thefts from childrens' graves and soft toys and solar lights had been stolen. As soon as the toys and lights were replaced, they were stolen yet again. The people responsible were caught eventually. Someone in the comments asked why someone would want to put the toys and solar lights on the graves. The question made me cry (stupid, I know!). If I lost a child, I would still want to give it toys and I would want to provide light at night so that it would be comforted and not be afraid.

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  2. The graves are so sad and what harm does it to put a small teddy or toy on the grave.
    Your walk was a long way this time and please it stayed dry, it April showers here but at least the washing is dry in between.
    Hazel c uk 🌈🌈

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    1. Exactly Hazel. Some mean spirited people would complain about anything. Our churchyard notices say no artificial flowers. I say, do whatever you like within the boundaries of your pitch.

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  3. Watching where you walked in the rain made me immediately think of Neil Sedaka's song, Laughter in the Rain. Wow, that's going back so many years (1970s). It brought back happy memories and put a smile on my face. It's funny how a photo or comment can recall so much information. I shall think of this when I'm bracing all the rain we're having at the moment to make my walks a happier experience. Thanks Ilona.

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    1. If I get caught out in a rain storm I don't mind, as long as I have a brolly.

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  4. I enjoyed your story of your travels and lovley pictures.that little child's resting place is kept beautifully.i am one of those unfortunate mums who lost a dear son.mine was only a week when he passed .it was over twenty years ago but I always go the grave weekly and keep it looking nice.i have two sons now but life would've been so much better if Matthew the first child had lived.we never forget our time with them.i can recall every minute.blessings to you and all the nice people who read your blogx

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    1. So sad when anyone loses a baby, the pain must be unbearable. My mum lost her last baby, a son. I wonder what my brother would have been like. I can't remember anything about it. It was never spoken about, but I do recall that she once said she heard the baby cry, then it was taken away. Maybe that is why I am so sad when I see a child's grave.

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  5. Good walk you had. Church was so pretty. I liked seeing the ones in England while being there 2 years. Sad to see young children's graves. I saw that my aunt and uncle lost triplet girls. Nobody ever told me about it. Obviously died b4 birth. 😢 🌷🌷🌷 I did some cleaning in living room this afternoon. Recycled magazines I went thru for recipes ans other pages I want to keep for a bit. Put it on a clipboard I had on same table. I enjoy Pioneer Woman's magazine and recipes.

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    1. It's good to be busy. I have some walking magazines that I will keep for a while for reference.

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