Archives for posts with tag: walk

The golden sun in the morning, lighting up the plants.

Going for a walk when I didn’t really want to, and leaving my phone at home.

The funny wildlife photos on the Guardian.

Going for the walk when I wasn’t sure I wanted to but it was lovely. And I saw some golden hour graffiti.

Voice notes from Rosie and Jen and a WhatsApp call with the Fems plus one.

Little Ben is veggie!

My big cleaning frenzy – dusted skirting boards, scrubbed shower curtains and removed dead moths.

Screen printing. Finally!

Seeing Jo in the afternoon for tea and a walk. And hearing about how she mistook her new pregnancy nipples for a finger when she was in bed.

A walk round the park with Jen. Quick but useful to verbalise some things and understand some things better in my own head. She’s great but she’s not always right and I can trust myself too.

Listening to Black Parade on repeat as I walked to work.

The ceremonial eating of the only ripe boat tomato.

Walked to Londis at lunch time. I haven’t been there in a whole.

The huge sunflowers near the shop.

A first date with Tash, especially taking about sexualities and how we feel.

I saw a heron at the park after work. And watched the big cygnets swim into the green algae, one after another.

Doing some sewing of vulvas. I haven’t done any in a long while.

Silly conversations with Jonny in the evening before bed.

Got a personal best on Sudoku.

Stopping to watch the squirrel on my walk.

Deciding to be present on my walk, and not try to think too much. And the sun came flickering down through the trees.

Silly jokes with Jonny.

An actual proper hug from Jonny.

Lying in the park reading. And not the park right next to my house.

Seeing Jo, if only briefly, to return library books and eat a patis de natas and hug.

I also ate half a watermelon and took myself out for a Turkish lunch.

A walk in the rain.

The robin outside my window.

An email from Mark about Lewes.

The stone snake on the Parkland Walk.

Taking myself for a walk along… Parkland Walk.

Dad sending through a campsite he and pub he found for sale. I’m glad he’s getting into it!

Walks in forests and by wheat fields to a big barn.

A bigger dip in the water today.

Four weddings and a funeral.

Walking in the forest and through the grass.

Getting my calves wet and cool on the river by the ruins.

The beautiful houses in Minster Lovell.

A long walk on the heath with very changeable weather.

Tiny dogs with teeny legs.

Organising my fabric and folding and stacking it all neatly.

I took myself out for a walk along the Parkland Walk to make sure I moved and breathed.

The branding call with Liv and Oddbox. It helped make me feel more creative again.

Deciding to not do work in the afternoon and put together a pattern for a top I want to make.

Going out for a walk in the evening.

And ringing Jo whilst I was out.

Ultimate Beastmaster.

Finishing my trousers and making little dungas for Coop.

Going for a walk through the trees along the parkland path. No music, no podcast, just me and my thoughts. And I was kind to myself this time.

Buying another plastic box to sort my vulva making stuff into. I like organisation.

Seeing Jo in the park and talking about everything. I feel better now.

Going for a walk with Jonny at lunchtime. It was so sweet that he asked me to go with him.

Flowers from Corinne.

‘You’re the discharge friend!’

Sitting in Clissold park eating halloumi and avocado.

Sewing two little pairs of dungarees.

Georgie and Penny and the peanut butter penis.

Walking through Highgate Woods.

Peeing in Highgate Woods.

All the little birds, tiny robins and brave squirrels we saw.

The tiny ducklings along the New River Walk.

Sleeping in.

Pretty skies. And a break from the clouds.

Making my new rusty coloured linen dungarees.

Finally getting back to the Parkland Walk.

Hearing Grandma and Granddad’s story by all of us on Zoom.

Aaaaand a conversation about orgasms with Sean on the phone before bed.

Beautiful patchy sunlight through the tree.

Some time on my own in the flat. I didn’t realise how much I needed it.

And going out for a short walk. I needed that too.

Watching a Grand Designs with Jonny.

Getting out and walking to Londis.

A perfectly firm banana.

Realising that I wasn’t in front of a screen all day and that that is a lovely thing.

Some really great trees.

Finding a Henry hoover on the street and taking it home and cleaning ask the dirty fluffy corners.

I also got a free vegan peanut butter blondie from the Deli and I had a bath. Pretty good day.

Going for a walk with Jonny at the golden hour.

Taking the day off. Sleeping, reading and sewing were needed.

Mars ice cream.

Going for a walk with Jonny. Talking about Drag Race and Portugal and silly things. Noticing that the trees have grown leaves within days.

Ordering a sewing machine. And paying for it to arrive tomorrow.

Watching the video with me in, walk about people talking vulvas on Instagram.

Sewing scrubs.

Dear Joan and Jericha on my walk.

Picking extra wild flowers to go with our daffodils from Jo.

The soft light this evening.

The soft air in the park. And the cut grass and the gravel and the space.

Getting up early and feeling no anxiety about Jonny. Feeling like I have the time to meditate without getting on edge or on a time limit.

Doing a spine yoga. And hearing my back click.

Sitting in the sun in the living room, reading.

Being out in the park with the clear blue skies and the heat and the smell of summer. And a loaf of rye bread in my bag.

Grand Designs. And a lovely positive one too.

Taking the side path along the busy parkland walk. Quiet and leafy.

Deciding to be positive. Drinking a green tea on the sofa and trying to just be.

Jonny made me dinner. And then we finished Tiger King.