Its been a bonkers first full week back at work. Proper. So much has been crammed into just five days and whereas some weeks can drag, this one has whizzed by.
I am missing the freedom to take myself off for a walk or an explore somewhere. I realise that this is a luxury that only the truly wealthy can afford, or the retired. But it is something that, over the summer, my mind and body have become used to.
I’m going to make some time on Saturdays to do a walk or at least get out and about. Tomorrow, Lisa has planned a walk just across the Suffolk border with breakfast halfway round. That will be lovely, but next week I will do the next stage of the Essex Way I think. I’ve got to make some time to witness the prep and execution of the great avian migration.
Watching Gardeners World this evening there was a section all about soil and the fascinating happenings that occur under our feet. Microbes, fungi and microscopic invertebrates that work away under the surface feeding and moving are churning the soil and decaying matter. This, in turn, distributes spores and bacteria and creating waste that ultimately becomes soil.
I don’t know much about what goes on under my feet but it sounds incredible really. And it is so important that we ensure it remains healthy as it literally is the foundation of all life on earth.
The Bald Birder 