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Walking with a stick

January 2, 2013 Leave a comment

Today was the second time we cancelled our overdue car service, and for the same reason.

I got up at 6.00 am only for the muscles of my lower back to grip into a tight spasm.

My scoliosis is slowly (in fact not so very slowly) worsening and as it does, it slips through different phases.

Luckily the spasms I get these days aren’t as severe or as painful as the ones I used to get about 15 years ago. Then, when I crossed the road from our home to the other house we owned where we ran our business, I sometimes had to go very slowly using a walking stick.

I well remember certain of our staff tutting at me as if I were exaggerating – I only wish I had been.

Carving on the walking stick

Carving on the walking stick

Anyway, at that time I was cheered by being able to use a walking stick carved by a very special man who used to attend the same woodcarving classes as myself.

He was, in fact, in a class of his own. I think he only attended for the company.

I’m still very proud of the carved walking stick, although I tend to use an old broom pole these days as being more appropriate for stony paths and tussocky hillsides.

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Mysterious hole

January 21, 2012 Leave a comment

On a walk with the dogs today to an area of steep hillside near the house where I rarely go, I came across a hole.

The mysterious hole

It didn’t immediately strike me as being an animal’s den because its main thrust, so to speak, was vertically down rather than horizontally into the bank.

I had a walking stick with me and I prodded into the dead leaves at the bottom: it didn’t seem to go anywhere.

The strange thing was that, just before finding the hole, I’d noticed, as if marking out its location, 4 saplings snapped off near the top with the broken part left dangling. This was no coincidence and definitely the work of a human.

So what was some surreptitious hunter signposting, either for his own purposes or those of someone else?

Did it mean that the hole itself was the work of a human and if so, what could it possibly be for? Hiding-place for contraband? Wine cooler?

Alternatively, it might have been made by an animal, and the hunter had left signs so he could find it again.

It could have been dug by a wild boar. The pits they scraped in the vegetable garden looking for truffles were deep and neat. But their visit was characterised by multiple holes: in fact they fair honeycombed the ground. This was just one hole.

Porcupines dig burrows, but they would have gone deeper. They also sleep during daylight hours in tunnels of bent grasses, but this was far too laboured to be a casual resting-place.

I’m mighty puzzled.