It is a cool and refreshing day here on the East coast. After a later breakfast because I slept in until 8 o’clock, we went for a walk. We try to socially distance and avoid people we don’t know, always having a mask in our pocket just in case.
Foolishly, we believed people would not be up yet, or at least not where we intended to go, but you know what they say about assume:
We turned at the end of our road and a group of 4 were coming from our left, but some considerable distance away so we carried on. We heard their conversation and realised they were walking quicker than we anticipated, but turned off into the park thinking they would go up to the beach.
They followed us in, so we decided to cut across the car park to do The Kela Route.
They followed us.
We exited the car park to go along the road but they continued round the lake. Hurrah!
As we approached the ramp to go up to the beach, they came out of the park by the kiddies playground and followed us.
We turned left at the top, so did they, so we got onto the actual prom to let them pass then turned round to go the other way only for another family to tuck in behind us.
We found a bench and sat down for ten minutes, giving everyone a chance to go where they were going so that we could continue at a gentle pace and enjoy our walk.
As soon as we stood, we saw a group of people coming from the direction we intended to go in, so went the other way, which actually put us back on TKR.
We didn’t get far as there was a group of about 20 people hogging the path by the cafe and we would not have been able to get by. Others were spilling out from the beach huts for the day so once again we had to turn round, getting up on the sidewalk alongside the vacant beach huts as people were walking along the prom. I did get a puppy fix from a deaf dalmation who knows us and responds to his owner’s hand signals just as Maggie used to when she was a pup and in her final years. It helped ease some of the mounting stress.
We walked back towards the park, but kept to the back road as it was getting busy, watching the kids and enjoying the sound of their laughter as they played on the climbing frames in the playground or were splashing happily in the paddling pool.
We passed a few people we knew, including a lady with Charlie, a 13 year old liver and white springer spaniel that has recently discovered we’re a soft touch for fuss now that we haven’t got ‘The Black One’. His hearing and eyesight are beginning to fail and he’s stiff in his joints so they don’t walk him as far or as often as they did.
As our intended route had been interrupted, we walked back through the estate, extending it a little by the extra loop, so we’ve had a good walk this morning.
We’ll stick to our original plans though of walking either before 9am or after 8pm.
Off to prepare lunch now, cottage pie with the last of our cauliflowers, frozen peas and broccoli. Sadly slugs got our last lovely cabbage and ants destroyed our swedes. Ho hum.