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Well it's been warm, thundery, humid today.
Awful at work, so I left and made my weary way home.
Meant to catch the 4a bus but in my weary tiredness I got the
42 by mistake. I only realised when I noticed the detour. Lol
Anyway it meant I had to walk the last 20 minutes home, during the last
5 minutes of my walk I had to go down a tree lined road which has a beck
(small river) cutting across it. There was greenfly every, so there was
I waving my hands around like a demented extra from a bad movie, trying not
to swallow any!
I suppose the lady birds will follow in the next week or so, I will have to see if
I can spot any blue ones.
Anyway back to my detour, there was I tired, hot tryng not to breath in any
greenfly, when I realised how pretty and green everything looked. If I had caught
the correct bus it would have gone along a different road and approached from a
different direction.
The beck and fields are only a 5 minute walk from home and I spent many hours as
a kid with my friends playing in that beck and going home wet and muddy.
We would go down there with cheap fishing nets on sticks and spend hours catching
minows, frogs, crayfish, snails etc. There was always someone (usually one of the boys)
who caught a crayfish and chased the girls with it.
Cray fish look like this so you can imagine how they made us girls scream.
Anyway I decided to take some photos and smiled at the happy childhood memories.
It made me think that sometimes it's good to catch the wrong bus in life, if it
makes us stop and smell the roses.
The wall on the right marks the point where the beck goes under the road, we use to
walk under the bridges along the beck.
These are some sports fields over the road.
Here are a couple of photos of the beck, it's only a few inches deep but after heavy
rain, it floods and spills over its banks.
Awful at work, so I left and made my weary way home.
Meant to catch the 4a bus but in my weary tiredness I got the
42 by mistake. I only realised when I noticed the detour. Lol
Anyway it meant I had to walk the last 20 minutes home, during the last
5 minutes of my walk I had to go down a tree lined road which has a beck
(small river) cutting across it. There was greenfly every, so there was
I waving my hands around like a demented extra from a bad movie, trying not
to swallow any!
I suppose the lady birds will follow in the next week or so, I will have to see if
I can spot any blue ones.
Anyway back to my detour, there was I tired, hot tryng not to breath in any
greenfly, when I realised how pretty and green everything looked. If I had caught
the correct bus it would have gone along a different road and approached from a
different direction.
The beck and fields are only a 5 minute walk from home and I spent many hours as
a kid with my friends playing in that beck and going home wet and muddy.
We would go down there with cheap fishing nets on sticks and spend hours catching
minows, frogs, crayfish, snails etc. There was always someone (usually one of the boys)
who caught a crayfish and chased the girls with it.
Cray fish look like this so you can imagine how they made us girls scream.
Anyway I decided to take some photos and smiled at the happy childhood memories.
It made me think that sometimes it's good to catch the wrong bus in life, if it
makes us stop and smell the roses.
The wall on the right marks the point where the beck goes under the road, we use to
walk under the bridges along the beck.
These are some sports fields over the road.
Here are a couple of photos of the beck, it's only a few inches deep but after heavy
rain, it floods and spills over its banks.