Gosh I love the outdoors, and walking, lots of it to the point where my leg muscles feel like solid blocks. When I walk the dog, I fall into a rhythm as I follow the park’s overgrown track, brushing against blackberry bushes and treading carefully around mud pits that have been churned by horse hoofs and joggers. A breeze brushes through the narrow path, tickling the hairs on my neck. In the summer, I am shrouded by nature, thanking the tall trees for their thick foliage which hide me from the sun (when we’ve had it). Being pregnant in the heat has been an experience (melting, melting!) but it seems as though the seasons are shifting. What I keep thinking is the pitter patter of rain is in fact the rustle- rustle of leaves. Autumn will be here soon, and soon there will be a lot of change.

Walking, and tuning into your surroundings really takes you to another level. I had the most incredible moment last week. Walking back from the park, I had an epiphany! I finally realised how I could fix the book I was writing/ not writing. I had been stuck for such a long time and didn’t have an inkling why! Then suddenly,as I crossed the road, dripping in sweat and humming a tune to the baby (I don’t know if baby can hear yet  but I hum and sing a lot to my tummy) I suddenly realised what would fix it- oh the magic of movement! How I’ve longed for a solution and there it was, there it had always been…under my feet!

I walk when I feel ill, when I’m achy, when happy or sad.Even when I say ,’I can’t be bothered’ then I know I must walk! It’s an incredible way of tuning in, even when you’re not thinking. Something- anything can reveal itself to you.