For years i’ve made a point of walking a mile a day, or more of course. For days when time is short or energy low i have a small number of one mile walks from home. Here’s one, done on Easter Sunday about 8am. Sunny. Wearing jumper but no coat. Tudor Road. Right onto Wincheap. Little traffic. Up Station Road East, behind an unsteady man as slow as me. On the footbridge over the ring road. Four probable rough sleepers with backpacks. Two tents on grass by city wall where moat used to be. Right onto city wall. Down beside Dane John mound into the gardens. Across dewy grass by sundial. Hugged a leafless tree, bark shining as though streaked with ice. St Marys Street. Fence behind White Hart pub garden. Squirrel by old graveyard. Left onto Castle Street. Notice “Sung Eucharist at St Mildreds 11”. Past castle. Subway under Rheims Way. Murals of Canterbury scenes. Cross Wincheap and home via York Road. Feeling good, humming “Sunday morning coming down”
Later in the cathedral the archbishop denounced the government’s ungodly plan to deport refugees to Rwanda.
Our word Easter comes from Eostre, goddess of Spring. A time to look forward and hope for better times.
Rambling Brummie 