SOLVITUR AMBULANDO – IT IS SOLVED BY WALKING

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My brain is ensnared. My eyes dart to the bright sunlight and soon my toes tap the floor restlessly, itching to move. Now my body is begging for the the outside, the fresh air, the sun.

Inwardly I simultaneously groan and cheer. The battle is over – work can wait, it’s time for a walk!

Do you ever suffer from the same turmoil? Do you need a walking break now and then? If so, put down your pens, push your keyboards aside and join me as I stride out on a local walk – I’d love your company.

Luckily this is a walk from my doorstep and after a quick stroll past the pretty gardens of the neighbouring houses, I cross the main road. Soon the peace of the countryside surrounds me.

Deftly (I wish!) climbing over the wooden stile, I avoid a rotten board. My sudden squeal of pain surprises even myself as nettles spike my bare legs and I stamp about in a ridiculous fashion as if this would soothe the stinging.

Golden Shades of Wheat field

Golden Shades of Wheat field

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Ahead stretches a vast wheat field. A lush sea of colour, from burnished bronze to light yellow to green of fresh new growth languidly rustle in the breeze. The myriad of golden shades sway back and forth in great swathes, the soft shimmering ripples creating soft music as the full ears of corn move together.

Runway Streaks

Runway Streaks

In one place two light green parallel lines of wheat stretch far into the distance, as if lighting a runway for planes above. Where did they come from? The mystery buzzes around my mind as I try to spot the crop circles which usually appear as if by magic amongst the golden mass. No such wonder today. They’re always fascinating. Nature’s art. Or is it a small alien landing craft? I smile to myself at my mind’s musings.

In front of me looms my marker; a lone oak tree perfectly outlined against the golden field and the sheer blue sky. On a warm day as today the fully grown tree offers welcome cooling shade.

Lone Oak Tree

Lone Oak Tree

Years ago, when my son was young it was a fun obstacle as we chased each other round and round the thick trunk. At first, when I could easily have caught him, I’d ‘stumble’ and let his tiny hands grab my legs. Then when he was older I ran for all my worth until dizziness overtook me. I’d stumble and after letting me think I’m winning my son would catch me, save me. Life’s full circle.

Dry Earth Cracks

Dry Earth Cracks

A right turn in the path and as I traverse the bone dry ground, carefully stepping between the deep cracks I glimpse the church ahead. Standing alone in its dignity and history. The Medieval and later Tudor addition creating a beautiful serene building. I approach it through the lych gate, the church to my right, the cemetery to my left. Built in 1435, the church is much as it was, with the original Nave, East Window and main heavy wooden double doors all intact.

The lych gate was built in 1919 and was originally the place where corpses lay before being brought into the church, hence the engraving above of  ‘Mors Annua Vitae’ – ‘Death is the gateway to life’.

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I wander around the cemetery, deep in thought, seeking solace for my own losses. Stopping I read an inscription or two. There lies William Beck ‘Gamekeeper to Basil Sparrow Esq’, the gravestone put up by the latter in January 1860 to his ‘courageous and faithful servant who died from wounds caused by the accidental discharge of his gun…’

As I stop at a grave here and there I’ll say out the name out aloud, hoping to honour the person, hoping to revive meaning behind the utterance.

Village cemetery

Village cemetery

Writing is never far from me and I scan the names for inspiration for stories or perhaps to find a name to fit in a piece of fiction writing. This was the case with my winning short story, where my main female character’s name was discovered at a cemetery. (By the way, that particular story will soon be featured on my blog.)

I pause at one particular grave. For a baby girl who fleetingly visited this earth for a day. She was born healthy and strong but died seventeen hours later from cot death. I knew her mother well as our sons were best friends and the tragedy shook us all.

So I continue my walk, thoughts drifting on life and death, as always the two intermingled, inevitable.

Walks and thoughts.  As I stride across another field I lose my conscious self as an internal discussion rages in my head, this is distilled into peaceful reflections and new ideas swirl into being. As if in a transcendental meditation I wander on and in a shock I discover myself far from my last conscious position. The inner concentration of brain storming so powerful the ‘real’ world takes second place to the inner world. With my brain cleansed, with ideas stored safely for my return, I continue feeling clearer, lighter, brighter. My feelings echo Bill Bryson’s words on walking ‘…you exist in a kind of mobile Zen mode, your brain like a balloon tethered with string, accompanying but not actually part of the body below…’

To my left now is the regal Elizabethan hall with its stunning Georgian front. Now a country home hosting grand weddings it formerly saw Elizabeth I and her retinue as its regular visitors. Built in 1544 with major reconstructions in 1691 and 1715 its features include a spectacular central courtyard.

Georgian Front to the Hall

Georgian Front to the Hall

Tudor Back to Hall (formerly the front)

Tudor Back to Hall (formerly the front)

I remember the lovely afternoon one Sunday when it opened for visitors and it felt a wonder to be served scones and tea in such special surroundings. One Christmas the local primary school children walked up to the hall and enjoyed lunch in the ornate wooden banqueting hall. Overawed the pupils were silenced – for a moment. Imagine, eating in the former residence of King Louis VXII and his wife and their 350 courtiers!

Hall Courtyard

Hall Courtyard

By now sweltering from the heat I welcome the shade from the avenue of trees heading back to the village centre. The wind sweeps along the straight and gently caresses my tired legs. Treading on the road I am still astonished at its surface, the one originally laid by American troops during World War Two, as it led to the local airfield. It must have endured so much heavy traffic in those few years alone but is still going strong.

It was many years before the USA Airforce left the area I’m reminded as I halt by the memorial plaque of an American pilot killed as his plane crashed into the village playing field in 1963. As the F100 Super Saber jet developed an engine fault Col Wendell Kelly heroically chose to stay with the plane to ensure it avoided the local school. When certain the plane would crash away from civilians he did eject, but too late to save his own life. Recently a 50th commemoration service in his honour was held in the village and it was lovely that his daughter and other family members from America could attend.

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The very same playing field in use today by children and adults, for football matches, cricket matches, fetes. For years I watched my son and his friends charge across the sun-scorched grass, heading full pelt towards the playground. More sedately I walk towards the shop, the field quiet and empty as I recall the yelps of joy as the children were let out of class.

I’m here now. At the local shop, which is run by a team of dedicated volunteers. Time for a break. What will you have? Tea? Coffee? Ice-cream? Yes, I’ll take one of those thank you. Let’s sit out on the table. Yes, just that one there, the one with the red geranium precariously standing on it.

Village pavillion with local shop tucked next to it

Village pavillion with local shop tucked next to it

Now silence, peace. Time to be thankful. Time to reflect.  Tired my legs ache for a rest. Refreshed my fingers itch to write. Alert my brain is brimming with new ideas and plans. I’m off home and back to my writing.

The final stretch of the walk takes me through the dappled shade of the Nature Reserve. Once a gravel quarry it has been developed since the 1960s into a local area of beauty with three large lakes and rich woodland. A bench beckons by the  water’s edge but determined I go on my way, greeting the ducks who are paddling near by. I’ll be back later with some bread later, I promise them. At last I spy the house located only a few metres from the Nature Reserve and again marvel at the ideal location.

One of the lakes at the Nature Reserve

One of the lakes at the Nature Reserve

Felled tree in Nature Reserve

Felled tree in Nature Reserve

Well, the walk is over and I want to thank you for joining me. I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have.

‘Solvitur and ambulando – it is solved by walking.’

By St. Augustine

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14 thoughts on “SOLVITUR AMBULANDO – IT IS SOLVED BY WALKING

  1. Jacqui Murray says:

    What a lovely walk. Maybe you can do it as a video, embed it in the post. Of course, then I’d complain I couldn’t smell the grasses.

    I didn’t know about the pilot. Amazing how some keep their wits about them enough to weight deadly results.

    This reminds me a bit of Chet Raymo’s “The Path”. He shared the background on the terrain he covered on his daily walk to work. It was fascinating.

    • Annika Perry says:

      Thank you so much Jacqui! It’s funny you mention doing a video of the walk as I have actually done this for a walk I often take around the forest in Sweden. Might give it a go…no solution to adding scents alas…yet.

      Wow! Took a look at Chet Raymo’s book you mentioned and just adore this concept. I’ve got to read this and will get it for the summer. He seems to express what I feel but couldn’t clarify. ‘The path so intimately familiar to him runs for barely more than a mile, “but the territory it traverses is as big as the universe.”‘ Thank you so much for letting me on this gem of a writer, I can’t wait to read it. I thought there was something wrong with me as I felt once I started I could just go on and on about the walk, wanted to do more research, talk to people along the route and learn more about the farms etc. Lovely to talk to you.

  2. JC says:

    I love your sense of mindfulness on your walk. I love to walk but at times find my mind drifting off into other directions. I love the pictures also.

  3. Mirja says:

    I found your post thrilled my senses in so many ways. Visually, intellectually, spiritually and
    literally. I am amazed at how much you take in both historically but also on a deeper level.
    So very glad you share with us and also let me see the wonderful colour of the sky, not forgetting the amazing golds of the fields.

    Thank you so much for letting me come on this walk. I feel uplifted.

    • Annika Perry says:

      Lovely to have your company Mirja and so happy it touched you in so many ways. It made me use my senses actively when thinking about the post instead of walking ‘passively’. I joy to think and write about and I’ll make sure to make more of an effort to notice things around me when out and about. The colour was a glorious blue that morning and so unusual I couldn’t help but stop and stare.

  4. restlessjo says:

    I rather enjoyed your musings as you wandered, Annika. What a beautifully rural location you have. Nice to be out of the door and straight into the fields like that. I do love time to be alone and just absorb my surroundings. Sometimes I’m full of thoughts, sometimes just in the moment. 🙂

    • Annika Perry says:

      Thank you Jo. As so many of us do, I have taken for granted the area I live and it was only when writing this I realised the rich and variety of landscapes I’m surrounded by as well as such interesting history on my doorstep. I am very good at being full in thoughts, less in at being in the moment – think I need some practice there! As you might have guessed your Monday Walks was an inspiration for this, thank you. Although I’ve written it with a different slant and it was far far longer than I had anticipated. How do you decide what to leave out? Sorry everyone!!

      • Annika Perry says:

        Thanks for the that Jo, I hadn’t thought of linking, This walking piece is a one-off and won’t be a regular feature. By the way, don’t leave anything out of your posts! I love the detail and the picture you paint with your words, :-))

  5. Peter R says:

    Wow. I’m totally exhausted. An amazing story, showing how much there is to see, if only we keep our eyes open. I have to agree with your motto, a good walk helps to clear the mind, and let it see the solution to many things. A lot of runners say the same, but I’m too busy concentrating on the actual running to drift into “zen mode”.

    • Annika Perry says:

      Actually it’s quite a gentle walk Peter so I’m sure you would see lots and have chance for some ‘down-time’. The little I’ve run I found myself painfully struggling for breath – definitely not relaxing or refreshing!

    • Annika Perry says:

      Must say it’s not that often the sky is such a clear blue, more Scandinavian I felt! You’re right, breaks of any sort are great for recharging the batteries – I think many find washing up just as useful (just not as fun:-)).

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