I haven’t blogged for a while – I haven’t felt any inspiration and have had periodic bouts of feeling blue for no apparent reason. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not depressed as such, just a bit flat and grey. Was that the weather perhaps? All those weeks of endless rain and grey skies meant I didn’t even feel like going out for a walk, and I do know that a bit of Outdoors once a day is essential nourishment. Pounding my local pavements is what I often do for exercise, and I do have a habit of just mooching into town because I live so close, but it really doesn’t hit the same spot as the wild and green stuff.
Now that Spring is officially here, I ‘m hoping I can get out more and let the charms of nature feed my soul and revive me. I don’t really want to drive for miles to get access to the wonderful Norfolk countryside or beaches (much as I love both) because it’s not a very green thing to do, polluting the atmosphere for my bit of pleasure, so I’ve been looking at where I can walk closer to home. Last weekend I got out my walking boots and discovered parts of Mousehold Heath I had never been to, and this weekend I went to Marston Marsh, which is between the suburb of Eaton and the Ipswich Road. It’s a little wildlife reserve popular with dog-walkers and not very big, but amazingly, I could not hear any traffic. I must admit I was lucky with the weather, because the sun came out and smiled for me. It always makes a difference.
I need places where the air is a living thing, full of interesting smells, I can hear the twittering and rustling of wild things, and preferably where I can sink my boots into lovely soft and yielding earth rather than tarmac. This little reserve has a stony pathway and boardwalk all around the edge for those who want to avoid the mud, but also has plenty of other little routes that go criss-cross. It was a good find. Next week I’m in Southwold (for a short break), so hopefully I will find lots of nice places to walk along the coast.