After three days of pre summer weather, it is now over for today. The stormy clouds are gathering and it looks like rain, although it does not bother me. It was stress wheeling around everywhere and taking photos. Yesterday I took a different route, a little further to the grounds of the local high school. I like to avoid river banks and nice walks on Sunday, as there are too many people taking the trails.
My path lead me through the stables and the ducks were ready and waiting for the photo. This one was all spruced up for a photo showing his best colours. I think it is a mandarin duck, but am not sure.
The rooster was also present, as always, keeping an eye on his harem to make sure they were laying enough eggs. As I walked on I met one of the ladies who works in the stables and so I asked her why they had moved the mobile hen house and why it was empty. She said it is now in anther place and they will be getting a new delivery of fresh laying chickens. This confirmed my suspicions that when the laying days of a chicken approach their end, their purpose is fulfilled and they will be replaced by something younger. The rooster is not fussy, he likes some fresh blood, but the poor chickens, what a life.
So I moved on, passing the catholie priest’s seminary where they learn to be priests. The barred gate is always closed. On the opposite side of the road there is a mansion belong to the Bishop of Basel. Solothurn. The kanton where I live, is mainly roman catholic and the chief bishop lives here.
I wheeled along almost reaching the town. It felt great to go places in the wonderful weather we had, no jacket, just a t-shirt. Eventually I decided after almost 2 hours, it was time to go home, and spent some time on my computer and eventually uploading my photos. It was quite a successful evening and I at last finished my book “Manatten Beach” by Jennifer Egan. I can recommend it. It began in the slump years of the 1930’s and eventually war broke out. It all happened in New York. It told of a young lady from an irish immigrant family, that worked in the naval yard and eventually became a diver with helmet and heavy clothing. There are some gangsters involved and her father disappeared mysteriously one day, leaving a bank book behind for the family to survive. I found it a bit of a page turner with its over 400 pages and would recommend it.
And now it is time to go, I have a shopping trip to complete and this afternoon a visit from my physio therapist to mark my progress with my stick and other walking efforts, so no wheelies today. I must admit I really have fun speeding along in my electric wheelchair, with the wind in my hair. It is almost like driving a racing car. I just heard a ring at the doorbell and it was not the postman, as he always rings twice. It is the gardener who has called past to tend to our suffering lawn, after the destructive efforts of the builders. It does not look too bad, but has a few bare patches in between.
Enjoy the day, I know I will – see you around.