Growing up I was too bothered about what my friends were enjoying or too afraid of nearby dogs to enjoy the great outdoors. It’s only as an adult I appreciated the wonders of nature, especially the green grass and rolling hills of my home in the north west of England.
As a young adult I lived in the south-east for three years and missed those hills, but enjoyed the salty air of the sea and sand through my toes from the beaches I lived near. In my early 20’s I spent 3 months travelling the USA and Canada enjoying the tremendous landscapes they have there. Then on the plane home my heart swelled to see how green and luscious the British Isles are.
Now that I’m pretty much housebound I appreciate the outdoors more than ever. I’m glad I had time to take advantage of the countryside before I became ill. It brings to mind what the poet James Barrie said
God gave us memories, that we might have June roses in the December of our lives.
The memories I have with my family and friends and being away from civilisation and enjoying natures beautiful scenery, are sweet roses in this time of my life.
I’m never too far from civilisation now. It’s hard for people to push a wheelchair that far off the beaten track. I do, however, love and feel very grateful for any opportunity I have to be outside, breathing fresh air and being surrounded by an expanse of nature. In the words of Fennel Hudson
The real world, in my opinion, exists in the countryside, where Nature goes about her quiet business and brings us greatest pleasure.
Fennel Hudson, A Meaningful Life – Fennel’s Journal – No. 1