|Lower Bents Farm, Totley Bents|
So this is 2019. It's a strange place and it will take me some time to get used to it.
Here we stand at the beginning, looking out over a mysterious landscape that stretches before us like a counterpane - all the way to the distant hills of December. Who knows what will befall us as we travel onward?
There'll be personal happenings, national matters and events of international significance. For the billionth year running we will receive no visitors from outer space and God will continue to ignore us. Perhaps he is dead.
Yesterday, at the KCom Stadium in Hull, my beloved team thumped Bolton Wanderers by six goals to nil. I am glad it was Bolton because in early 1966 as I walked to Burnden Park, Bolton from the grimy railway station, a local youth grabbed my Hull City bobble hat from my head and ran off with it down the thronging streets. I chased him but he got away. My mother had knitted that hat and on the front was my "World Cup Willie" badge. That summer England would famously win the World Cup.
I wasn't in Hull to see yesterday's goal fest. Instead, I was walking with my wife. Two miles out of the city, we took the same circuitous route I have plodded a hundred times or more. We parked by the old stables on Shorts Lane.
|View to "The Cricket Inn", Totley Bents|
There were plenty of people about, Usually,I see no one at all but with it being New Year's Day and with the clement weather, many folk had had the same idea as us.
The walk took exactly an hour and afterwards Clint took us to "The Hare and Hounds" in nearby Dore. There we enjoyed our first alcoholic drinks of the new year. I had a pint of "Black Sheep" and Shirley had a half of "Moonshine". We considered ordering food but thought better of it and returned home for cheese on toast.
Two days in to 2019 and so far so good. I have secured a dental appointment for Friday afternoon and that morning I will have a skin cancer check up at The Royal Hallamshire Hospital. Hopefully, my basal cell carcinoma has been resigned to history but you never know.
With regard to the land of 2019, I feel a sense of trepidation as we begin to travel across it. Not for my personal life but for the country and the world at large. After the events of 2018, it is hard to be hugely optimistic. Early cartographers would often sketch fabulous beasts on the edges of their maps, writing "Here be Monsters" or "There be Dragons" and that's how I feel about the year ahead.
Let's hope I am wrong. Should old acquaintance be forgot? Happy New Year Everybody! Happy New Year!
|Tree house by Strawberry Lee Lane|