Pictorial of Inchcock’s hobble to the Tropical Gardens
I decided to take this marathon walk, because I was in low spirits, although I knew it had to happen, because Caroline and Sonia, the Stroke Aftercare gals, had just paid their last visitation – I will never see them again! Depression is to blame for the absolute agony and discomfort that I put myself through today.
It was as if I was stubbing my toe and bad feet on purpose? It’s very sad, innit? Tsk!
Setting out, the Turf Accountants at work! Hehehe!
Mapperley Plains for some shopping, pod peas, eggs, and cobs, etc. Luckily the vehicular traffic failed to knock me over, run into me, or injure me at all!
A struggle down Woodthorpe Drive to the Tropical Gardens
Struggled down the road, I kept within the speed limit with the trolley!
Through Woodthorpe Grange Park car park
A lovely hobble to the Tropical gardens – but stubbed toe on the trolley wheel!
Through the gates, and another toe-stubbing on uneven ground!
Walk around then into the Tropical Gardens.
View on entry to the gardens, glasses and camera steamed-up!
Not much floral about today, sparse and a lot of plants had been removed.
The carp and goldfish pond, I had a chat with them – no one else in there!
Made my way back out to the doors.
Back out, in the garden centre.
Noticed this sign about the automatic doors – or are they automatic? Hehe!
I took a different route back to the flats – another toe stubbing! Tsk!
Ah! I found the way into the park. Humph!
Through the mud to the footpath.
Spotted a crow, and did my failed best to take a decent shot.
Not a lot of folks around.
Stopped for a rest and look around. Oh, the poor old toe and feet were Stinging!
At last, the wee-weeing hole and pain-killers came into sight.
Stopped halfway down the gravel-path hill for a photo.
The path had been relaid again and was much easier to use.
At last, I was nearing a warm bowl of medicated hot water and pain-killers, to help ease the agony of the poor old feet and the well-stubbed already stubbed toe! Ahh!