We’ve enjoyed almost continuous sunshine for several days, yet the frustration of being tied to the house with a back problem and with no sign of letting up, is driving me to despair. Aware that my own condition will in time return to some kind of normality and that millions of other sufferers will continue with their own far worse personal plight is drawing little comfort. I aim to correct this shallow self-centred mindset by starting to feel far less sorry for myself.
Yet spring in Teesdale and the North Pennines is a wonderful place to be. Soon ice flowers will be showing in Upper Teesdale, gentian and bird’s eye primrose along with the calls of wader birds filling the spring air. Having already missed my first rangering day with Natural England, I’m bad company to have around.
To make it three-in-a-row, the flu virus, and back problem have been accompanied by toothache. A new crown is on order and looking at the dentist’s quote I think he must have ordered the piece from the royal jewels.
I painted a picture from one of last year’s photographs showing tups and ewes in a small enclosure., near Newbiggin in Teesdale. The tree in the top right hand corner is one of my special places where I sneak to find some peace and quiet. The small copse of wood will exist long after I’m gone, but I guess I’ll still be lurking in some shape or form.
I’m so missing that little place at the moment.