Windmills on my mind

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2 June 2916

Last night I had a dream about a windmill. The memory of it was hazy when I woke but I couldn’t get the thought of it out of my head, white sails against deep blue sky. It felt as if something was telling me to walk to the windmill at Bursledon, although I had no idea why. It seemed wise to listen to my dream though and, when I said where I was going, CJ said he’d come along. He even offered to buy me a coffee! Once I’d picked myself off the floor we set off. Continue reading Windmills on my mind

Bursledon, windmills, bricks and hills

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17 May 2015

My Sunday walk didn’t finish at the end of the greenway trail. If I only had one day for walking I wanted to fit in a great deal more than six miles. Unfortunately the plan meant the next part would be along the main Bursledon Road with traffic zooming past. At least, being Sunday, there weren’t too many cars and, for a moment, I was tempted to cross the road and grab a coffee in Costa before good sense prevailed. Maybe on the way back… Continue reading Bursledon, windmills, bricks and hills