With the winds dropping and the rain passing over into the North Sea I considered it my duty to once more attempt the Matterhorn like slope up the old railway. You can imagine my rejoicing as within seconds of heading west the wind increased and my knees started to scream. Most of the way I was considering turning back but young ladies walking dogs appeared and I refused to allow myself to prove what a wimp I am. However once at the top of the slope and past the station itself and with no viewers to be seen I turned back sharpish! The beauty of struggling up a slope is the joy of rolling back down again. How lovely it is to be able to look at the world around, the dogs and their owners, enjoy the scenery and instead of puffing like the old engines that once ran along this line ponder on the good life I have now.
I did give thanks that I could ride a bike, after the accident there was a strong likelihood that the leg would be forever straight and never bend! I gave thanks for sunshine and sky, birds twittering and rabbits hiding, dogs tail wagging and smiling young lassies - which continued to smile as long as I didn't stop!
Simple things around us are so wonderful yet we ignore them or in this country fail to see them for the rain.
I pondered the friends around the world - none here but many around the world - how lucky I am to have them, the good things stuffed in the cupboard, the lack of need for anything as I have all I require and enough health to get around. So many people have lost all their health totally and we think we are in a bad way?
Today a visitor left me with more gifts, although he forgot the money part, it was a delight to see him. This interrupted my