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Had a couple of good long walks on Saturday -
45 minutes to the hairdresser, brisk march Or I Will Be Late. My TAFF haircut was growing out but my usual Laura was on holiday so Andy cut my hair instead - I'm not so pleased with it as it's very short and all the curl has gone from it. Laura's so good that I happily walk 45 minutes to see her although there are ten salons within 20 minutes walk of my house.
50 minutes home. I was going via Sainsbury's to get some fruit. On the way there I looked with distaste at the pavement, which was covered in sticky blackberries. Blackberries! Loads of them, ripe for the picking, and me with a handy carrier bag and a desire for fruit! 4 oz later, I was on my way again. I was on the other side of the road from usual, and passed the gate to Coldham's Common. I'd not been there before, so hung a right and went in - noticing sloe bushes, apples, mushrooms and elderberries. The first part is a meadow with quite tufty grass, which was a bit hard going to walk over but that is kind of the plan with the walking. A path leads round behind some trees to an empty wild section; it would be wonderfully quiet and isolated if it weren't for the noise of the traffic 100 yards away. (Now the locals will tell me this is where people get raped and killed?) The largest part is a couple of playing fields, with football and rugby goals set up. As well as some joggers and dog-walkers using the common, there were three men with whcat looked like go-karts, but they held a kite-like sail which caught the wind and pulled them off over the flat, empty green. They were very good, tacking and everything. A miniature footbridge over a single track railway line, and I'm in a field of cows. Yes, this is the right way to go - I can see Coldham's Lane and the traffic lights beyond. As I get near I notice they're not the udder sort of cows - they're the other sort.
And then I came home and did 19 pieces of ironing while watching the telly. 8 more to go - then I have to put a new load of laundry on and thus the glorious cycle begins again.
45 minutes to the hairdresser, brisk march Or I Will Be Late. My TAFF haircut was growing out but my usual Laura was on holiday so Andy cut my hair instead - I'm not so pleased with it as it's very short and all the curl has gone from it. Laura's so good that I happily walk 45 minutes to see her although there are ten salons within 20 minutes walk of my house.
50 minutes home. I was going via Sainsbury's to get some fruit. On the way there I looked with distaste at the pavement, which was covered in sticky blackberries. Blackberries! Loads of them, ripe for the picking, and me with a handy carrier bag and a desire for fruit! 4 oz later, I was on my way again. I was on the other side of the road from usual, and passed the gate to Coldham's Common. I'd not been there before, so hung a right and went in - noticing sloe bushes, apples, mushrooms and elderberries. The first part is a meadow with quite tufty grass, which was a bit hard going to walk over but that is kind of the plan with the walking. A path leads round behind some trees to an empty wild section; it would be wonderfully quiet and isolated if it weren't for the noise of the traffic 100 yards away. (Now the locals will tell me this is where people get raped and killed?) The largest part is a couple of playing fields, with football and rugby goals set up. As well as some joggers and dog-walkers using the common, there were three men with whcat looked like go-karts, but they held a kite-like sail which caught the wind and pulled them off over the flat, empty green. They were very good, tacking and everything. A miniature footbridge over a single track railway line, and I'm in a field of cows. Yes, this is the right way to go - I can see Coldham's Lane and the traffic lights beyond. As I get near I notice they're not the udder sort of cows - they're the other sort.
And then I came home and did 19 pieces of ironing while watching the telly. 8 more to go - then I have to put a new load of laundry on and thus the glorious cycle begins again.