W A L K S | Sheffield Part 2 – Wyming Brook & The Enchanted Dell

Good evening, how are you ? It is our last evening of freedom here in Sheffield for the foreseeable as we go onto tier 3 [very high] regulations as of 12 midnight tonight

It feels as though we are back in limbo land . I understand the importance of getting the virus in hand BUT if I’m honest with you I am a little fed up of it all . We can’t make plans and therefore we have nothing to look forward to. I can only see my friends in a public park [ it’s bloody October FFS ! ] and all the pubs are shut again !

Luckily I love my walks with Mollie dog and envisage lots more as I try to keep myself preoccupied, keep myself fit AND I honestly think I have watched everything worth watching on Netflix.

Last week I walked A LOT …I discovered a new walk and revisited an old one. I thought I’d share them with you tonight as they are both beautiful.

* The post is very picture heavy.

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L I F E | the dog walk

At this time of year I could happily snuggle up on the settee with my frothy coffee and not venture outside for ‘ walkies’ until springtime. It tends to be dark, drizzling, pouring down, blowing a gale, icy, snowing …. or all of them! I begrudingly get ready, muttering swear words under my breath as I do.

Mollie follows my every step , looks at me with those big brown eyes and gives me ‘that‘ look. I melt. I get my boots and coat on and fit her harness . Off we toddle together armed with a bag full of poo bags , treats, hand sanitizer and lipgloss

Just Mollie and I.

Our Mollie .How could you say no to that face

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LIFE | the walk …

We walk . I talk mostly . Mollie annoyingly stops every 2 seconds to sniff anything and everything [mainly other dogs bums] and my dad asks me for the 16th time “you have got poo bags haven’t you?”

Have I got poo bags?

I’m queen bloody poo bag

Today they are strategically stuck in the top of my pants. The jacket and trousers I’m wearing have no pockets , the bags are easily accessible via the top of my leggings. I show dad the corner of one of the them popping out . He just gives me ‘that’ look and shakes his head. Yes dad I have poo bags.

In-between the ‘chit-chat’ I talk about mum in an attempt to get him to open up more. Sometimes it’s awkward; I sense it makes him uncomfortable. Dad gets teary and quickly changes the subject … but today it’s somehow ok .

He tells me it’s their 51st wedding anniversary in a few weeks and we reminisce for a while. I love talking about mum. This pleases me.

Over the past months I’ve learnt to become ‘friends’ with my grief. That may sound ridiculous but for as long as I am around I never want to forget a thing about my mum . I want to keep her alive; to talk about her, remember her … that’s normal behaviour right?

I guess I can’t have one without the other so I welcome my emotions wholeheartedly ; I figure the only way to move forward is to let them wash over me any which way they choose – come and go as they please so to say .Be that in the way of tears , laughter or everything in-between.

I’ve found nobody talks about death ; how to deal with losing a parent . It’s a conversation nobody wants , so you muggle through the best you can. In the dark without a torch.

Grief has no pattern. It hits you at unexpected times and places . It can be short and quick – a fleeting memory that strikes you down [ remember Portuguese tarts in Sainsbury’s ] Sometimes it lingers and your stuck on an emotional roller-coaster for however long that ride decides to last.

I guess grief will become my norm. Just like breathing, eating and sleeping it will become routine…not always so raw, but always there bubbling underneath the surface.

So please bear with me I am still ‘healing and adjusting’ … at the same time please don’t ever tell me to get over my grief because that would be like saying get over your mum …

I pondered over these thoughts today with dad . He is used to me , I was a ‘deep’ child. I didn’t think I was making much sense to be honest , but he nodded his head in agreement, his eyes glazed over and he said

“If there’s one thing I’ll never forget Tracey it’s your mum … never ever … how could I ?…”

[ I smile and we carry on walking in silence for a few seconds]

“Now you did say you had poo bags didn’t you ?”

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Walking back to happiness  …

I’ve rediscovered my love for walking and seen as I’ve stated several times [ on here] that this is the year I’m getting fit it couldn’t have come at a better time.

I’ve been  heading for Damflask Reservoir which can be found at Lower Bradfield, conveniently only a 5 minute drive from mine.

A little history if I may …

Damflask reservoir was constructed in 1867. It has a capacity of 1,123 million gallons and a maximum depth of 88 feet. [ though it’s very low at the moment ] Today it is also used by Sheffield rowing and sailing club and for fishing. Good trout I here.

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Walk . Move . Live with Vionic Shoes

Hello … how you’ve been? Today it’s a funny one. I’m talking about feet. Yep.

I’m sure I’ve mentioned it before but if you didn’t know I’ve got a dodgy right foot…[amongst other ailments]

I used to be Office Manager at a large Design & Build company, that was until I was made redundant after 14 years long service [s**t heads]

I used to love getting dressed for work. I was the one who more often than not  could be found tottering around in pencil skirts, power jacket & high heels. All the gear , no idea!

I was in the car-park one day when something [I honestly can’t remember what] made me laugh. I was wearing my usual sky-scrapers, lost my footing something that occurs a lot due to my cataplexy and my left leg gave way.

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Hidden Gems of Sheffield …

Lots of things make me happy – chocolate, cake and coffee. Friendship , travel and lush landscapes.

On Friday I met up with my friend Sue. I needed the dress (I’m intending to wear to the charity masked ball this weekend) altering. I adore it however it’s slightly too big on the shoulders and stretched to its limit around my bum!

Visible panty line …it’s so tight its more like visible intestines!

So to cut a long story short Sue’s friend has a ladies clothes shop on Abbeydale Road that also offers an alteration service. We popped in, dropped said dress off and then headed a few doors down for a coffee.

Abbeydale Road is a haven for coffee shops and restaurants. Its fast becoming one of my favourite places in Sheffield for its diversity.

Today’s coffee shop offering came in the shape of ‘Tea with Percie’ 557 Abbeydale Road, Sheffield a place I had never visited before but was keen to try.

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Small, with a laid-back atmosphere . Its tastefully decorated with a mix-match of furniture , grey hues and funky art-work/ decorations.

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