My decidedly Boo Hiss attitude to Autumn is well documented in this blog or in the comments section of other people's blogs.
I've been feeling the Autumn-blues this week: the death of a much-beloved family friend compounded with a headache that lasted 3 days and meant I slept poorly, awful traffic on our way into London making for an extremely scary and stressful grid-locked journey, uncertainty yet again about my room at school, double parents evening so dark evenings, confusion and uncertainty about moving.
CBC and I, only about 4pm, decided to go for a walk. We headed to Hanningfield Reservoir Wildlife Trust visitor's centre for a brief walk before they closed at 5pm.
The weather, compared to the utter grimness of the morning, was beautiful. It was warm enough to remove my coat, have fun looking for the Wind in the Willows characters and just experience a bit of Nature's serenity.
Time and time again, I realise that this is what I must do. It assuages the weary heart. It means a bit of solitude that only nature can provide.
Even if the weather is dour, even if there is much else to do and achieve.
I didn't bother to change out of my church clothes as it was warm. CBC said I looked like a roll of Scotch tape.
I hope you take a walk too when things feel all too much.
xxx