After almost 3 years of tramping through Beckenham Place Park I know it quite well.
The first time Daughts and I walked to the dead end of an unpaved road it was a July evening, still duskily light but too late to enter the dark, strange woods. I didn’t want to get lost along pathways Edward Scissor Hands may frequent.
Today I still won’t venture inside the gloom at twilight but as long as the sun is shining or the light is good, I stride along with the dog lovers and the Yummy Mummies.
I told someone once that I walked there every day and he told about his father playing cricket somewhere in the vicinity when he was a lad. After a lull in comments he said,
“What kind of dogs do you have?”
“Dogs?” I asked wondering where the question had sprung from.
“Dog?” he amended. I quickly scanned my memory for traces of mention of our family dog who had died years ago.
“I don’t have a dog.”
“You said you walked in the park each day so I presumed you had a dog.”
Aah, the light dawned, he wasn’t the first person to think me slightly mad to walk, every day, when I didn’t need to exercise a dog.
I love my solitary walks as long as I can see the trees.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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