When I was ill recently, and couldn’t walk, it was hard to imagine that I’d ever be back to normal. And indeed, it has taken all this time – months! – for my leg to properly heal, and for my foot and ankle, which were the worst affected with the deepest infection, to get any feeling back.
I cried a lot one day, over Box Hill. Perhaps it was the all the medication talking, but I was inconsolable, and convinced that climbing up Box Hill of a Summer’s afternoon would never again be possible.
Well, lots of things are possible, of course, given time and determination. (Even getting three teenagers out of bed before noon in half term and into their walking shoes).
Alex had a day off today, so we planned it all out. The skies were blue and the weather was hot, and sort of brewing for a storm in that English Summer way. My poor beautiful foot was fine. It got me all the way up to the top where the views were as amazing as ever, (though I omitted to take any photos!) and then back down the long way along the gently meandering River Mole, where we stopped in the meadows for a picnic.
There were cows in the meadows, and one was feeding her calf, so I went over and told her what a good Mother she was, and how lovely were her eyelashes. I like to think we had a moment – woman and beast in one connected universe – but the kids pointed out that it was ruined slightly by me eating a roast beef sandwich at the same time.
That’s what it was like, today. Lots of laughing and walking and catching up with each other, and the kids exploring and running ahead and back again, and asking over and over can we get a dog?*
And the best bit was, I did it, all those miles and miles, and the future looks bright.
PS: No drawings, ’cause this is a day off. 🙂 I just couldn’t resist sharing it with you.
See you Monday. xx