where does the time go.....: A walk in the park

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns George Eliot

Yesterday, still feeling vaguely unwell and grumpy from my bout of 'flu, I couldn't face another day of sitting about with no inclination to do anything except watch TV. I felt that if I didn't break the chain then this is how I would spend my days for the rest of my life. No thank you! So, at around 11.30, I forced myself off of the sofa and decided that, despite the weather which was cold, drizzly and dull, I would use the membership I took out a few months ago to visit Savill Garden, set in Windsor Great Park and beautiful to see any time of year. Added to that, there's a decent cafe attached so it seemed the sensible thing to do.

But first: what did I do with the ubiquitous piece of plastic that I needed to get me in the car park and garden? Wasn't in the obvious places (my purse or the little wallet where I keep all of the other 10,000 pieces of plastic that seem to be necessary to live our lives these days). So I looked in the less obvious places - in a file marked 'miscellaneous', in the heap of stuff on the desk, in drawers, everywhere. Well, obviously not everywhere because eventually I found it in a bag not used since about May which I though was empty. This whole episode had taken about 45 minutes but I persevered with my slowly diminishing resolution to get fresh air and, at last, set out in the direction of Virginia Water another great place for a walk on another day.

I drove about 100 yds then got caught up in roadworks. This wasn't doing my grumpy mood any good at all! But I managed to turn around and took the less pretty route (which was also twice as long).

Once the dog/toddler walkers in the Great Park were left behind I had the whole of the garden to myself; I saw 3 other people and they were all gardeners. How many flowers would I find still in bloom? - Loads. Had the dampness and drizzle spoiled the colours? - Definitely not. Would I be bored? - You kidding?
The delicious soup and crusty bread was a welcome finale to my visit and I headed home looking forward now to my evening out, planned some weeks ago, to see Chicago at our local theatre. Had to sort the damp hair out first, though ;o)