The sun was shining and I had nothing to do, so I got on my bike and rode it to the very outskirts of the village I call home, like I did almost every day in the Summer when I was a kid. (We used to make ‘ramps’ up and down the huge mounds of earth that marked the boundaries of the chalk quarry there. ‘We’ being me and my brothers and my elder brother’s friends. I preferred hanging out with them, because the times they were mean to me were vastly fewer than the times my female friends were mean to me, and I had one heck of a reckless streak – believe it or not).
Anyway, some kind soul has taken it upon themselves to define the aforementioned outskirts with a fence and a gate and a menacing sign, since the good old days;
One of the best bike rides involved continuing along that route, for a 5 or 6 mile round trip. I wonder how many more gates there are along that way now that everything has to belong to someone.
Anyway, I left my bike this side of the fence, climbed over and (*gasp*) trespassed.
Because over the other side of that field and those trees – on either side of the field, actually – are lakes. I crossed the field,
(with much trepidation, given that I will never forget the time when walking through long cut grass like that led to being chased a long way by angry wasps, after the dog stuck his nose in their nest… who knew wasps could nest in the ground?)
and came to this;
And then I sat somewhere and watched things happen for a while. Birds, like these;
And some other stuff, like these fellas;
And the big fat fish that it was impossible to get a photo of. And then I stole this flower;
…and wore it in my hair for a little while, before feeling bad for stealing, and deciding not to keep it…
Then I wandered around aimlessly for a while longer before making my way back home;
And that is how I did nothing useful today. And smiled a bit.
And was reminded of how where I come from may be the asscrack of the universe in some ways, but in others it ain’t so bad really.