I’ve said previously that Hubby and I talk about a lot of things on our walks, but when I’m on my own, it’s a bit difficult having a conversation as people either think you’re ‘odd’ for talking to yourself or are looking for the telltale antenna loop of the latest appendage in mobile communication.
Every time I walk the dog alone, I smile at other dogs and say hello to their walkers, who reply in kind (not that Dogs say Hello, but you get my drift).
It’s been pretty mild these past few days, but I am not kidding myself that Spring is here. For years I thought certain flowers only showed their heads in the Spring, but in recent times this has been disproved by the appearance of the crocus in our lawn, and this morning the tentative peeping of yellow amidst the grass in the avenue.
But that’s not what my main thought was as I walked.
Surprisingly it was names, and what started it was a company van.
The name was painted on the front and sides, and I wondered if there was an Adam Adams somewhere. There is bound to be a Peter Peters or a John Johns, and I know personally of a Robert Roberts and Philip Phillips (though his friends called him Pip).
So as I was walking Maggie round, I was thinking how many boys Christian names are also used as surnames (adding an ‘s’ is allowed).
I came up with loads including Andrew, Barry, Christopher, Daniel, Edward, Frederick, Gordon, Humphrey, Leonard, Michael, Neil, Oliver, Richard, Steven, Thomas, Vernon and William.
Just a thought for a sunny, if chilly, Sunday morning and beats counting!
Interesting thought 🙂 I like how one’s mind can wander as you walk along 🙂
I find walking relaxing especially on a sunny day. Sometimes though I wonder why my mind wanders the way it does! 🙂
Mental meanderings are good ….. at least I think so. As for odd names …. does Colin Collins count? Richard (Dick) Dick? Christian Christian? Interesting trivia that I’d never thought about before!
Ah ha! Fodder for thought! You have a double whammy, with Ray as well as Colin!
For the first time ever, I took my 61/2 year old hound into town for a five mile walk. He was so skittish at first with the sounds of traffic and the gobs of people wandering past. And he’d never seen so many other dogs before as well. I spent the time trying to look at the world through his fresh eyes, and what a treat (and a tiny bit of trauma) to make that attempt. It does have one’s mind switch directions tho. And I like the route yours took you.
I can’t believe how almost paranoid Maggie gets sniffing the grass, every blessed blade, and she’s already done it the day before! I’ve been lucky in not meeting any aggressive dogs on my routes, though if I get a bit twitchy, Maggie’s clipped and held close. I bet your hound thought it was all very exciting, daunting and scary, and now looking forward to the next one! 🙂