When I was little my Mum and Dad put a grown-up swing in the back garden for us all. My sister, brother and I spent hours on that swing and all of us, Mum and Dad included, still make moves to have a go on one whenever the opportunity presents itself.
I sailed for hours looking over the top of the privet hedge on that swing, across the fields, spinney and canal that were our playground. Daydreams and singing aloud happened every time I flew through the air and my imagination took flight.
This morning has been ‘one of those’ and there have been a few ‘Oh you’re kidding me on’ moments, so I stopped. My builder neighbour is at home this week re-building his back porch and just now he looked down to see me standing at the bottom of his ladder. I had a plate of fresh toast, with lashings of homemade lemon curd on it, in my hand and a smile on my face. He knows me well enough by now to just wait and see what my request was: ‘Can I go and swing on your garden seat please?’
It’s sunny out there, and even though we’re fast heading for late October, there is a warm breeze playing through. The sounds of chickens chattering away, birds singing, children playing in the school yard and horses trotting past were all I could hear.
It was blissful and after a few minutes I had ‘swung it out’.