After a couple of rainy days last week, and an enforced extended period at my desk, I really felt in need of an airing, and it needed to be more than a walk around the estate (as in housing estate – I don’t own a country pile)! Husband never says no to a walk so we took a drive out to the other side of town. We have a few different parks in and around the town, the largest of which is Arrow Valley Park which cover 900 acres. Created during the 1970s, the park is a haven for wildlife and its 29 acre lake is popular for fishing and sailing. The park takes its name from the River Arrow which runs through it. As well as woods and wetlands, activities on offer include orienteering routes, an art trail, several children’s playgrounds, a BMX track, and equestrian and walking routes. Despite all this activity, it is in fact quite possible to take a quiet, leisurely walk alongside the lake and through the adjoining wooded area. There are numerous routes into the park and we chose to park about a mile away and walk the long footpath which brought us close to the lakeside. It was a route which neither of us have walked before and we found it really pleasant.
Today we went again. Elder son and family came over and met us there. Son had called a couple of weeks ago with eldest grandson but this was the first time I’d seen the little ones for fifteen weeks! I was so excited today and even though it was much cooler and windy, it stayed dry. The little boys waved and by the time they’d walked across the car park I was in tears. I’d missed them so much. They couldn’t use the play equipment but we walked around the entire lake and they found feathers, sticks and daisies.
During both walks we stayed well away from other people, turning away if they had to pass us, even if they were 2 meters away. Every time we have been out we’ve crossed roads or changed route to avoid a close encounter. For more than three months we have avoided living a normal life and done everything we can to contribute to the greater good of minimising the virus risk, so it makes me seethe with anger to see scenes like this one in Dorset at the end of last week where the ‘I’m above being told what to do’ brigade brazenly ignore the advice and please themselves thus endangering the rest of the country as they return to their home towns. The Prime Minister appealed to common sense but the problem there is that they clearly don’t have any.