To Gawd Knows Where! For yet another walk!
That’s about the best that it gets these days. Each day, each walk is a new challenge. Small steps indeed.
The plan of attack for Sunday was to make it to Wivenhoe Woods. Anything else would be a bonus.
We made our way around the back of the smart new Town Hall. The Town Council have done a handsome job in tarting up the old building. There’s a metaphor in there for WTC itself.
It maintains its glorious civic post-war dreams splendour. It also looks fit for the 21st Century, finally.
It’s been a while since we’ve snooped around here. The No Man’s Land between WTC and the KGV field has also been transformed. A new sensory garden has appeared. Even as we approach the bleak midwinter, it looks marvellous.
We wandered into the Nature Garden. This was a wasteland when we first moved in. Now it’s an anarchic wonderland of nature and all that shit. Some apples were even starting to grow from some of the branches.
I snapped away with the PEN-F. I’m finding my feet with it after six months or so of experimentation. My personal recuperation period means that I’m struggling to crouch down as I snap away.
The KGV field was conquered. The dip is understandably soggy after the recent bloody Estuary Wilds weather.
To Wivenhoe Woods! But not for long!
We snaked through, and then ended up along Ferry Marsh. I was grateful for wearing wellies. A brave runner was making his way along the Marsh. It looked damp under foot. And then some.
We could hear the Sunday morning football crowd from the other side of the Muddy Banks. There was some spectacular BIG ESSEX SKIES on show.
