I mean, just look at that!
The snow of last week has melted and even though the cold air was cutting and I was wrapped in a thick fluffy coat, the overly long sleeves of my jumper pulled down to envelop the cuffs of my gloves, that feeling of soaking up the warm sunshine on my face seemed like an act of defiance.
I strode briskly up to the church, through the graveyard and then along to my favourite place, this long avenue of lime trees. I love the way the huge clusters of mistletoe adorn the trees’ branches like giant green pom-poms.
When I walk like this, I drift into a sort of autopilot mode; my mind goes into freefall; I'm sure most people find the same when walking alone. I love these moments of solitude in my head.
I started thinking about all sorts of things – about WWI soldiers (we’d watched the incredibly poignant film ‘They Shall Not Grow Old’ last night) and about Henry Moore’s sheep drawings and about the blister on the back of my ankle and what it might look like when I take off my sock. (Not good, as it happens. Raw!) But then all those thoughts trickled away, just trickled away…. they had been too busy… and I started to notice only how heightened my senses had become, out here, in the cold, in the sun, in the moment. Everything so vivid. I could hear a bluetit up in the branches, then a mistle thrush. I could smell the manure from the fields, hear the crunch of gravel beneath my boots and the squeaky wheel of a tricycle ahead in the distance as a small child navigated his way between potholes, I could see the rooks on the gate, their plumage illuminated by the sunlight.
I just went with it, feeling in every sense totally, dazzlingly, alive. (Sorry to be so corny.)
Inevitable then, anyway, that this song should come into my head!