Is just what I've been having each morning this week. No, naughty, not that kind, though Mr T wouldn't be averse!
Just a quick walk before breakfast is what I have been doing. And, what a difference it makes to my day. I am spoiled in that I get a cup of tea brought to me each morning, I drink that and take my pills (yep, still the back ones) then, get dressed in the first things I find and troll out the door for my morning perambulation.
Luckily, I have a choice of going up the hill, or down the drive to the gate. No, I'm not a rich landowner, but rather I work for one. And, each morning I am greeted by nature! The other morning was frost and sunshine, and a woodpecker morse-coding on the weather-vane; Tuesday morning was a red squirrel running circles around the trunk of a tree.
Then, this morning, at the un-heard of hour for me of 7 am, I caught sight of the white powder-puff bottoms of four roe deer I had disturbed, who loped quietly off up the hill.
Sorry, I have no pictures, as I keep getting caught unawares. I think I'll have to set something up on purpose.
3 comments:
That sounds like a nice routine to be in! I remember the good old days where I used to get a cuppa in bed every day, what went wrong?!
Mel xxx
I'm looking forward to joining you on those morning walks. You are truly blessed with all that at your doorstep. Flick xxx
Awe bless, shabby, just Ask, I bet Mr shabby chic would oblige!
Yep, soon, dusty - I can't wait. Luckily all deep ruts have now been filled in, so no candid shots of me falling over in them!
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