A walk on the wild side

High trees, high nests at Rye Hill

I don’t suppose you will want to read this. After all, nothing much happened – well, don’t say you haven’t been warned.

Allowed out of lock-down for an hour, my afternoon authorised exercise started in the High Street, alive with camera for anything that caught my eye. First up was Sweetshop Tony’s closed door: “Panic Buyers Welcome.” Then from Hilders Cliff, I took in the view over the Marsh with the rape oil in flower in the distance. Down Landgate and over the bridge the rooks are building high this year, a sign of a good summer to come. No problem today crossing into Military Road, what little traffic there was had slowed to a halt by the SGN road-signs.

Grafitti at Monkbretton Bridge

In Military Road, I paused for breath at Waterloo Place 1858, and tightened my shoelace sitting on the steps at the Globe Inn on the Marsh. Follow me so far? Then the cut through to the river bank past all those lock-up garages that haven’t been opened for years, looking for signs of spring. The alexanders are up in full leaf, and the red may (Hawthorn) is out. So are the graffiti artists with their scrawls on Monkbretton Bridge.

The Salts were empty, disfigured as always at this time of year by that large blackened bonfire patch (which has been re-seeded, I am told). The children’s playground was deserted too, closed by order of council, which seems a shame, but needs must. Then came the gruelling hill climb up the steps to Hilders Cliff, once taken two at a time with scarcely a puff at the top.

The dozen or so people encountered all seemed excessively polite, with their “After You’s” There must be a reason behind all this civility. Maybe the world will have changed?

Image Credits: Kenneth Bird .


  1. As Kenneth probably noticed, the flag in his picture here is being flown upside down. In view of the present circumstances this could well be deliberate!


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