Wobbles are inevitable. This is why it's important to get out into the day as early as you can and wherever you are. Just walk and breathe, if you can.
Today I stopped in a field and listened to the meadow larks.
Do you believe in God, I asked him. I'm not sure, he said. And we continued to walk up the path towards where the Russian oligarch lives, high on the hill above Swyncombe. Under the trees, there was still frost, but the sun was a balm. No-one else around. Just the fields spread out to each side of us, and a little mist. Perhaps we should find a place to meditate, I said, but in the sun where it's warmer. How about the church, he says, then you have all your bases covered.
We're discovering things about each other on these walks because life isn't normal. There is no planning for the future, because we don't really know what the future holds and so we find ourselves learning about each other, about how we handle anxiety, about how our minds work. And mostly, it's just lovely to have an hour together as the day is starting.
Tomorrow I'm going out to pick wild garlic. I found a spot on Saturday when I was riding. It's the simple things, I suppose, that are most rewarding.
Stay safe, my friends.