Back in January Kitty and I walked at Pig Bush in the New Forest. Mud got in the way that day of walking much further but I loved the look of what lay ahead, ancient woodland that I vowed to return to explore one day when I was child-free. That day happened to be this week. I’ve been a bit lax of late on the walking front with shot half-arsed walks that were semi-motivated by my vow to try a different walk everyday this year. I’ve been so busy online that my offline time has dwindled and it came to a head earlier this week. I knew what needed to be done. I needed to get out for a decent walk, to reconnect with the outdoors. It was such a good walk.
One minute sun-glasses were on, the next I was shivering and looking up at grey skies regretting leaving my waterproof trousers in the car. Changeable and exactly what I needed. This one was of the few walks where I didn’t pass one single person. I like walks like that, solitary, peaceful. And of course it means I don’t have the whole terribly British thing of ‘do I say good morning or not?’
Scroll down to see some photos of my walk, the fallen mossy tree is the spot that I chose to stop for lunch. Moss is the ultimate forest comfort after all. Click on the play button below to listen to the 30 seconds of birdsong that I recorded on my iPhone whilst from sat on fallen trunk and it’ll *nearly* be like you are sat there with me.
I got marginally stuck on the return walk, striving to find a different route back I soon hit a very wet and boggy dead end. This happens to me a lot in the New Forest at this time of year. For every photo I instagram of golden forest grass and blue skies there’s a contrasting reality of a boot full of bog water and some choice swear words to match.
I felt so much better for making time to get back outdoors on my own for a decent walk, one where I knew I had 4 hours to just do whatever and not just thinking ‘I can squeeze an hour to myself in between blogging and the school run’.
Mental note to self: More time outdoors away from the computer.
Body warmer from Dickies, yes the place you might associate with workwear, they also do lots of good quality outdoors-wear too. This was my first time wearing a body warmer since the 80’s. I’ve been put of my the name ‘gilet’ for so long that buying one hasn’t really crossed my mind. Initially it feels a bit ‘bulky’ but after a few minutes in changeable weather I was really feeling the benefits. The weather’s been flipping between Winter chilly wind and Summer sunshine warmth and the body warmer is perfect for this sort of weather. You know when you lie in bed at night and get too hot under your duvet so you hook out an arm to cool you down? It’s a lot like that.