Seeing things

I don’t think I’ve walked as much in the last few months as I have for a very long time. I really should have calves of steel by now. I’m sure it must have taken inches off my butt as well. Strangely enough I was reading an article by Gillian McKeith on the same subject only this afternoon. Walking is good. Even better is running up hills. No shortage of films here in Falmouth of course, though whether I’ll be running up any of them is a different matter. Think I’ll stick to a measured stride.

Sunday again I was drawn to the beach, and a good long walk up to the docks and around Pendennis point. As I reached the road overlooking the shipyard, I was slightly disconcerted by a large crowd of people staring out to something. I had a little look too whilst trying to appear that I wasn’t. Maybe I didn’t look hard enough, but I just couldn’t make out what people were staring at. I don’t think a P and O ship in for repainting is that interesting.

Slightly baffled, I moved on, remembering a time when I’d been in Wyoming and had come across a huge crowd of people staring into the bushes at the side of the road. My friend who was driving stopped and we had a look as well. There was nothing there. Someone had stopped and claimed to see a moose, so everyone else had stopped. It turned out to be a large branch.

I did feel somewhat silly though today when it turns out that there had been a warship in the harbour, somehow I’d managed not to see it. Possibly it was too big.
Winter’s end definitely feels here today. Tremough old path is covered in primroses, snowdrops and cyclamen, and Camellias are blooming. Tiny flowers and the promise of Spring I can see.