I have slept most of the day
The virus’ worst day
I took the Welsh out for a proper walk late on
It was well after 9 pm
This never happens now.
But they needed the outing.
Every house I knew had a light on, curtains drawn . Mrs Trellis the only exception, as she was playing her piano at the window, her tongue out of the side of her mouth in concentration .
The Randa’s cottage had flowers in the windows as always and the Hoose’s, Smith’s, Richard’s, Ackroyds, ,Velvet voiced Linda’s cottages were little pools of colour and light in the dark and the cold .
I saw no living person , not one apart from Trellis
But I felt their lives behind glowing windows and solar light in the garden.
Even the pub looked quiet and closing and no one except me and Mary ( Roger typically missed it) saw a large vixen totter up High Street , her head held high
We walked home and the Turpin house and Margaret’s bungalow on London Road looked cheerful, and welcoming as did the the little semicircle of houses on Rhodfa Arthur.
Someone has hung solar fairy lights around the lytchgate of the Church
( Islwyn?)
And the walk home was gently illuminated by Christmas lights
How sweet
I'm glad you felt well enough to go for a walk. Your village, as always, sounds magical. (Or maybe it's just the way you write!) I love the painting. Hope tomorrow sees you well on your way to good health. xx
ReplyDeleteHow very Llareggub.
ReplyDeleteIt’s sounds like a magical little walk despite you feeling so unwell. Glad you were able to do it.
ReplyDeleteThe reassurance and quiet delight of living in a proper community. Love the idea of Mrs Trellis at her piano. Wonder what she was playing with such concentration?
ReplyDeleteThis ailment is really hanging on and getting worse, I'm starting to worry about you!
ReplyDeleteCeci
Very Gray’s Elergy
ReplyDeleteIt can be fascinating to see a place by night
ReplyDeleteThat is beautiful, walked along with you and could see, smell, enjoy every step.
ReplyDeleteSolar fairy lights sound perfect for these suddenly dark days, must look into that on Amazon.
I am glad you rested today. Have you seen a doctor, bronchitis and pneumonia can be treated w antibiotics depending on the strain.
What was Mrs T playing, could you hear ?
ReplyDeleteNo, i stopped but no
DeleteA walk in the quiet of night sounds very peaceful and therapeutic. And your depiction of your village is gentle and loving. Makes me feel I'd like an evening walk too.
ReplyDeleteAh, restorative sleep and a tranquil walk with Mary after dark. I loved your description of the households you passed and what was likely going on behind the curtains. Love, too, Mrs Trellis' tongue to the side in concentration on the music. Another one for your book, without a doubt.
ReplyDeleteHope you can tell tomorrow that you're over the worst and are feeling better.
Hugs!
Even at night, your village is a lovely community.
ReplyDeleteHopefully, you are through the worst part of the illness.
Yay!
ReplyDeleteGlad you're feeling better.
XOXO
Sometimes nothing better than a walk and fresh air.
ReplyDeleteIs Mrs Trellis "living"? I thought she was a goddess.
ReplyDeleteI feel like I was walking along with you! You are so good at evocative description!
ReplyDeleteBrava,masterfully written!
ReplyDeleteHoping you feel better soon,-Mary
I loved riding the night train as it flew past houses, allowing you just the tiniest glimpses of other people living other lives. I enjoyed this walk with you and the Welsh for the very same reason.
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