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Finding The Right Balance

For a while now I have wanted to walk through the woods and listen for cuckoos.   I swear I heard them when we walked in Lockdown,  but I've not heard one since.  Perhaps it's too late in the year now.  They say the first cuckoo is a sign of spring.  My other half says maybe I heard a cuckoo impersonator 🤷‍♀️😁.

We drove to the end of Hill Road and parked our Bongo on the gravel,  enjoying the view.  It's like being on top of the world!  Literally!  North Hill is so restorative.   There are many benches,  and a maze of pathways.   This time we had remembered our map and set off down towards the trees. 


We took a slightly different route to our usual one.  We've learnt from experience that there is a tricky,  slippery,  slope at a certain point and we thought it best to avoid it.  With so much rain,  we weren't sure just how difficult it might be.


Our new route took us on a lower path  and although its flat walking around the side of the hill, at some point we knew it would mean climbing back up.


Thankfully,  there are many benches scattered around the hill, some at carefully selected view points 👉. 


The bracken is unfurling, and Bluebells and Foxgloves are dotted amongst it.  In a month's time, the hillside will be a picture of green.


We saw two of these tiny butterflies,  not a great photo but I captured the dew on the leaves nicely 😎. 


No bench here but a chance to rest and park ourselves for five minutes. 


Views in all directions.   It really is one of the most beautiful places in Somerset. 


As we returned to our Bongo, the sea mist began to roll in.   Before we left, it was drizzling but this sort of mist disappears as quickly as it appears. 

I walked further than I meant to today, more uphill steps anyway.   There again, if TTP taught me anything,  it was too never give up.   I've often said to others, one day at a time, keeping trying, you have to fight.   Today I was reminded of my own words.  I'm still not completely sure what I've been fighting this year.  Not TTP,  that's assured.  More than colds, there's no doubt.  Maybe pneumonia,  that's been mentioned.   Whatever,  I'm confident I'm winning.  I just have to find that balance between rest, and exercise,  again.  

Now, it's time for a nap 😴😉. 

♥️

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