For those who have recently arrived on this site you may wonder what this bloke is doing writing about things which have nothing to do with PSP but I can assure you that I have travelled the same path as you but sadly it came to an end last year when my wife died . For several years I got a huge amount of support and advice on this site and perhaps I was able to offer some of my experience to others as well . But one of the things I did was to sometimes write posts that were lighthearted or descriptive as I felt even at the darkest moments there could be laughter and there is beauty around us even though we can become toopreoccupied with our situations to notice it .We all need to remember there is life beyond the confines of dealing with PSP - hence my post today .
I woke in the early hours of this morning to hear torrential rain battering the roof of my house and it seemed unceasing and I gloomily thought what the next day would bring me - a day trapped in doors like so many recently . But it was not to be ,as dawn broke the sky miraculously cleared and I was greeted by the palest of pale blue skies . Small clouds scudded in haste overhead as if anxious to be elsewhere , and the rooks which live in the rookery just down the road were being blown around like so many small black sacks caught in the blustery wind . It can't last I thought , so after a hasty breakfast I donned my coat and Peaky Blinders hat (those who watched that blood thirsty series will have a perfect image of my headgear) and I set off for a walk around my Devon Village and lanes . I would say a brisk walk but as some of you will know I recently had a hip replacement so " brisk " is not yet part of my vocabulary relating to walks !Really it is more of a lopsided amble but be that as it may at least it is exercise . Just around the corner is our local parish church , it dates back to Norman times and although I am not a religious man I do like to go and sit in the church sometimes and listen to the silence which I find strangely comforting also that ancient smell which assails the nostrils as you push open the studded oak door . What is that smell ? Old seasoned oak mixed with polish ?- there is just something irresistible about it . Perhaps it is the smell of centuries past , of all those people who have worshipped there, been baptised married and buried - I don't know , but I love it . In the side ailes the windows are clear glass and this morning I could sit in solitude and gaze across to the Devon hills bathed in early morning sunshine looking freshly green and inviting .
On leaving the church I like to wonder round the graveyard full of crooked leaning headstones covered in lichen with engraved but barely legible inscriptions , names which have long gone out of fashion , "Eliza - Zeikiel , Jude " but now amongst those symbols of our mortality come snowdrops and primroses the first signs of the rebirth of our year . I don't know why but primroses always make me smile they are somehow such a cheeky flower bursting out in unexpected places as if to say "look at me I bet you didn't expect to find me out yet " nor did I but there they were in abundance .
And so I left them to bask in the gently warming sunshine and walked back home down rain washed paths and lanes passing the odd villager on the way and exchanging greetings which were all so similar " spring is round the corner don't you think ? " I do so hope so .