Winter blues whispers and prickly tennis balls

The evening light is leaving us, and the nights are growing cold, but colours like these keep winter blues whispers at bay. I find crabapple red. And sweet chestnut green and brown. Pretty for decoration or delicious for dinner. (Just be careful when scuttling over a sweet chestnut carpet. It’s like negotiating carelessly strewn prickly … More Winter blues whispers and prickly tennis balls

Icy alien deer

0°C. Feels colder – the low-lying sun is lovely but barely warming. Icy white Knole Park with a lunar stillness. I even find alien deer. Curling fronds of fern are heavy with spiky frost, and spectre-like shadows reach across the earth. The newcomer deer has one – but mine is longer. Tomorrow’s forecast is for more of the same, … More Icy alien deer

Running thoughts

  Weather: Gusty. A short spell of rain shards hits my face. Golden sunshine at start and end. Delaying tactics: lots – I don’t fancy this run much. Frightened runners: one (very sorry) – totally freaked out by me running past her, too near and unannounced. Thoughts: Mustn’t think about whether my legs will or won’t work – … More Running thoughts

Friday Frolic

Friday run – Knole Park Conditions: Cold, bright, sunny. Muddy streaks. Dog-walkers & their owners: 6 Deer: lots – eking out the warmth of a low, watery sun. One striking stag. Workmen not yet working: about 6 Photo fails: a few. Sounds: wind piercing, leaves rustling, tea sloshing (internal). Thoughts: Should have had a smaller cup of … More Friday Frolic

Chasing the Sun

It’s becoming a beautiful early morning. Just as well – my weary limbs are grateful for the clear, bright encouragement given by the sun’s opening rays. Impatiently, I duck between slowed cars on the busy road that edges Knole Park, swing open the heavy entrance gate on the other side, and hear it clatter shut behind me. I mutter an … More Chasing the Sun

Fortifying Photo Post

When your morning greets you like this: …there’s nothing for it but to Seize the Day…(once I’ve dispatched the kids). At first my feet stick in the claggy legacy of a recent lashing of wind and rain: But thankfully Knole Park’s long shadow-patterned paths are drying quickly in the morning sun. White aeroplanes glide easily across the bright … More Fortifying Photo Post

Not a Treeo

This elegant isolation of trees centres my wavering resolve.  I see it just ahead before the path veers down and the next upward incline hides it from view. Down I run, then my steps slow as the hill rises, and I pass dawdling deer busily grazing. Keep going: at the top are the trees. Head facing down as I go up, I … More Not a Treeo

Running Itchy Feet Away?

I’m at home, not away. It’s wet and windy. Sometimes black clouds of rain are whisked away to be replaced by more, permitting only the slimmest slivers of sunlight to bravely brighten the landscape for a brief moment. Icy shards of rain sting my face, and the wind gusts against me, slowing my stride. I’m running as if against the tide, … More Running Itchy Feet Away?