Well, why not, I thought. It was a nice sunny day.
For a brief while, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Or at least, not so long as you looked in the right direction…
My walk started off pretty dull – the usual daily round of familiar flights of concrete steps.
But pretty soon, thanks to the magic of public transport, I was somewhere a bit more interesting.
It was quite a messy path. I was glad I was wearing my new boots.
The path ran along the side of quite a steep river gorge. There were lots of steps down
and then lots of steps back up again,
but there were nice views along the way.
It was good to see some proper, tall trees. I think this one is a beech.
Then I arrived at what had been the main aim of my walk all along – a waterfall.
I know it’s not the biggest waterfall in the world, but I enjoyed sitting on a rock and listening to the sound of the rushing water.
After a while I started to feel quite sad. I realised it was because this was the kind of place my mum and dad would have taken me when I was a kid. Then it would have been them sitting on the rock, and I would have been rushing back and forth dropping sticks into the river above the fall, then trying to spot them as they came over and floated downstream.
As I walked on, everything seemed to have an air of melancholy about it. Everything was still so beautiful, but the leaves had started to die, and some were falling in the water.
I started to think of all the people I had known, all the people who have died, and I wanted so badly to have them with me again, just for five minutes, just to show them what I could see.
I walked on with tears in my eyes, and a pain in my chest, and thought ‘This hurts. It hurts.’
But I also thought ‘Oh, thank god, I’m feeling again.’