Walking the fields

One thing I have missed since leaving the city is an interesting  daily walk.  I take Molly, my Irish Wolfhound  for two 20 minute walks per day.  I have  enjoyed this physical exercise and the opportunity to be out in the sunshine, seeing what is new in the world.  In the city you have an endless combination of sidewalks.  One street attaches to another street, which winds around to join up and eventually you work your way back home.   Here in the country my choice of destination involves choosing to walk  right or left at the end of the driveway.   I must walk on a somewhat busy road with no sidewalk until I turn and return home on the same road.   BORING….  Even the dog is dragging her feet and finding the whole activity dull and uneventful.

In an effort to add a little interest into my daily walks, I phoned the farmer who owns a very large field across the road.  I introduced myself and asked him if he minded me using his laneway and walking back into his fields.  The farmer doesn’t live on this property but he does have a long access road circling back connecting one field with another.  I was thrilled that he said yes.  Today was my first visit.  Back behind his barn, up over the hill and you are there.  No buildings are in site.   All around you is still and  peaceful     You feel that you are miles away from everyone and everything.   You are totally alone.  Just you, the birds and the sound of the wind blowing through the poplar trees. 

About westlakemusings

In 2013 my husband and I retired. We bought an old pre-confederation house out in the country. This blog is about our new world in the country as we explore all of life's possibilities.
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1 Response to Walking the fields

  1. Rev. Marilyn says:

    You are so lucky to have such a beautiful place to walk. Shade in the summer, gorgeous colour in the fall, the smell of fresh earth in the Spring, and snow up to your knees in the winter. That might be a challenge. I don’t imagine the farmer will plough the road in the winter. Mind you, the road won’t be as busy then. Time alone will tell. Happy walking.

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