Inchcock’s Partially Photographicalised Hobble

A Marathon (To me anyway) of mixed incidents and occurrences, I thought might be worthy of mentioning.

Perhaps due to the dwindling level of acuity I have been suffering with, I’m not sure. But the pain of this hobble was quite severe physically.

And yet, I really enjoyed it so very much.

The Main Reasons for my lengthy Hobble-Out today, was to try to get a photograph of the wildlife that would be good enough to post on the Nature Facebook page.

Also to get some fodder in.

The walk was only about two miles, although it felt an awful lot more to Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna and me. Hehe!

Observations along the route were of mixed emotions and memories.

I set off, from the flats.

Up the gravel footpath to Woodthorpe Grange Park.

Then down the sparsely populated for a Saturday path and down onto Mansfield Road.

Turned right to the North, and Daybrook.

Tried to wipe the mud off of shoes best I could.

Then ventured along the A60, main intention to get to the B&M store to see if they had any cheap Easter eggs in stock, so I could treat the old folks at next Thursdays Community Hour in the Windwood shed.

A lady walking towards me looked me up and down as she passed by.

Offered a sneer and tutted, shaking her head a little as she did so? I thought I’d better have a look at my reflection in the first shop window I came to?

Slightly puzzled, I pressed on.

Then a really sad observation; The Old Headway respite charity place, had now closed down, and the trees had already been pulled down.

I couldn’t see what was to built, but expect it might be more student flats.

So many memories of when I was a volunteer helper there. I mused on this and wondered where they had all gone now. Such a brave lot of people who I admired, and got such satisfaction and joy from knowing. Some names returned to, Kathy, Roger, and Damian. I was in Daybrook without knowing, I was so deep in thoughts.

Called into the B&M store and had a plod around. Got some individual Strawberry jam packs, a pot of porridge and a pack of five Cadbury cream eggs for £1-89.v

I purchased some an individual ten pack of Strawberry jam, a pot of porridge and a pack of five Cadbury cream eggs for £1-89.

I also collected a glare of doom from the lady on the till, then as I left the shop, had a look at my reflection in the glass door. I could see nothing untoward; My nose wasn’t running, my zip was fastened up?

As I left and moved onto Mansfield Road and up to cross it, I espied some Nottingham Street Art at the bus shelter. Not up to the usual high standard I thought. Hehehe!

Over and down passing the Part-Time Fire Station and down a bit further to the Arno Hill Park.

Memories came to the surface again here. In about 1985 I had to respond to an alarm activation at this station, no key holding, just an assessment visit.

It turned out they had a fire but their Fire Alarm did not activate, the Intruder one did when the doors buckled.

Memories again!

Through the pretty, but dirty park gates and into the grounds.

More Nottingham Street Art on the path around the pond.

This time made with some partly singed paperwork?

I plodded on where the birds and ducks were gathering and got out my Camera and had a great time.

Not that I got any photographicalisations that were terribly good.

A lady came up to me, and I was expecting funny looks again. But no! She told me there was an owl on the island I might like to take a shot of.

It turned out to be an imitation dummy one. Hehe!

I left and carried on into Arnold proper. The sign said nine minutes by foot. Not with my feet and legs it wasn’t, more like fifteen. Humph!

As I approached the traffic lights I took a photo to show how little traffic was about.

Seconds after taking this picture, a lady driving the 4×4 vehicle clouted into the back of the one in front of him.

They seemed quite civil to each other about it I must say.

I entered into the pedestrianised area of Front Street, and it felt so strange not seeing any mobility scooters or pavement cyclists about.

I checked myself in the Peacocks window reflection again to see if I’d missed something odd or out of place on my earlier checks. Why, might you ask?Because a woman passed me by and turned and gave me a rather disapproving stare again?

Because a woman passed me by and turned and gave me a rather disapproving stare again?

I was approaching paranoia (Not really, but I was still confused).

Got into Asda, and found they were selling the box’s of five Cadbury Cream Eggs for £1.79. Huh! I bought a good selection of individual mini eggs, so I might have enough now to give each tenant at the social hour one each. If no more than 15 turn up that is.

I also got some more desserts at 2 for a quid and another Irish Barn loaf.

At the checkout, the lady was very patient with me as I struggled to handle the money to give her. Then I dropped some of the eggs, as my finger froze while putting the in the bag. The lady waiting behind me get served shot passed me and picked them up for me. I thanked her profusely.

Made my way to the bus stop and caught a bus back into Sherwood. Dropped off at the same bus stop where I caught a number 40 bus the three stops up Winchester Hill. I was so glad it arrived within a minute of me dropping off the other bus; For two reasons. I was shattered, and needed the bathroom urgently!

At the time of taking this photograph, I thought it was the best of the lot.

Hehehe!