Inkberrow

I decided I’d go get out of Worcester, even if the weather was raining as it certainly was yesterday,  so I googled, “best village walks Worcestershire” & Inkberrow came up on every site first thing.  I woke up  to the sun shining & after doing the necessaries to get ready, off I went.

Inkberrow is about a 25 minute drive through beautiful country, a small town of about 1200 people.  It boasts two pubs, a little support-local food shop & a church of some significance.  I parked a ways up from the pubs & walked down into the centre….heading to the church/cemetery as that always proves interesting.  The groundskeeper was cutting the grass & the smell was just overwhelmingly beautiful.  I walked around the church grounds, reading old tombstones & enjoying the sunny day.  I sat on a bench & talked to my people, thanking them for this life I’ve managed to salvage from a somewhat chaotic stint so far & being grateful for another day to be given the chance to make myself better.

There are numerous country walking paths around Inkberrow & I found Millennium Green path quite easily & began to trek.  With a medieval moat & fish pond, a board walk around the pond with ducks swimming lazily & grasslands sprinkled with wildflowers, the walk was absolutely stunning & with every step my smile got wider.

There is something so peaceful about walking alone in the country, lost in my mind, carefully stepping over natures pathways.  I read a quote once that said something to the effect that peace is the result of retraining your mind to process life as it is, rather than how you think it should be & I’m trying my best to get there.  I quickly got lost in my own head & just walked & walked & walked…luckily a looping walk, which ended up back at the cemetery & then I did the walk again….trying to make the walk this round new & fresh by noticing different things.  Everywhere I go seems to end or start with a cemetery.

I decided I earned a beer, so I walked way back to where I parked my car, drove it down to in front of the Bulls Head Inn & ventured inside for a glass of whatever the barmaid suggested.  There wasn’t a soul in the place, but I didn’t care.  I sat in a burgundy crushed velvet covered wooden chair by the fireplace & nursed my ale.

Feeling lucky today.  Lucky to be here.  Lucky to have people back home that care about me & watch for me.  Lucky to have friends here too, to be able to rekindle our friendship that was built on travel & passions of the moment.  Lucky to find TrustedHousesitters & save myself a bundle, but also to experience spending time in these unique places I never would have known to explore without it. Lucky to have sold my business, which has afforded me the time to explore this beautiful big ball of fluff with live on. Lucky to choose the life of Laurie & to see to it that it’s a good life.

Reluctantly, I got in my car & drove back to the townhouse I am staying in.  I spent the evening watching Hannibal on Netflix.