Narnia has fallen
Narnia has fallen – a film title popped into my head as I was out for an exercise walk yesterday, a ‘number six’ as it’s becoming known. That’s a number six from the list which came from the Greek City Times on 23rd March.
- pharmacy, doctor;
- basic needs or supermarket that doesn’t deliver;
- bank if e-banking not possible;
- helping people in need;
- funeral, baptism, wedding, or divorced parents’ visitation rights;
- outdoor exercise or pet walking.
I was only walking myself as we have no pet, and having done a short route, I then continued to do a number two. After three weeks staying in the house, it was good to be out in the fresh air, smell the spring flowers, see the valley, trees, the occasional mule, and a few other people from a distance. A friendly wave from a passing truck or car goes a long way, even if you can’t see who it is because of the glare on the windscreen, and it was good to feel the legs moving and have the heart pumping a little harder.
It might have been that short walk, but I was up for an early night last night and thus, had an early morning today. I stood on the balcony at 4.30 with a cup of tea and listened to the owl pinging like sonar, a few distant cockerels who must have been in a different time zone, and an even more distant helicopter, light flashing and high. Later, a solitary aeroplane, and closer to home, the rustle of leaves as a cat stalked towards the derelict garden next door. With no breeze, there was no sound of the sea lapping at the quayside, and not much else going on, so I came inside and started on my day. No walk for me today, it’s Neil’s turn. Instead, I plan to write, cook and tidy up a little.
