My closest neighbour to the one side lives on a farm three
fields and a bit away (last photo). Sadly, she had an unfortunate accident a
few years ago falling downstairs at night and breaking her back. She is now in a wheelchair and trying to
learn to adapt to a different life. Her
husband has a vehicle that can anchor her wheelchair as a front seat. They passed me by as I was doing my 20
minutes and we had a little chat. I must
admit I think about her situation quite often when walking and, when I feel
like not getting out or not quite in the mood, I am just so grateful I still
have legs I can use and tell myself to just get out there and use them!
The gate into the field is a metal gate that has to be
lifted slightly to open and then it has a reverberating clang when pulled
shut. As our drive is part of a public
footpath, we get quite a few walkers with dogs that our cat, Charlie,
hates. As soon as he hears the gate, either
he runs in the house or up on top of our roof just in case he is chased. He must have experienced that quite early on
when we had first had him as a rescue cat. He is quite small but at least he
can run fast!
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