Two Legs and a Heartbeat.

So after a 17k bike ride last Saturday, I was bound again on Sunday…only this time it was for a 12k walk. The sky had a hue of overcast, but it was warm, perfect conditions actually, so I suited up, gave the bike a rest and headed out on foot. Again, I was blindly setting out to wherever my instincts led me, and as usual, it wasn’t long before I had my phone out taking pictures.



You know, there’s something about a good walk, breathing in the fresh air with nothing but your own thoughts to keep you company. Just like the bike, walking was a huge part of my youth. We didn’t have a vehicle, so if I needed to get anywhere, I would have to get there using two legs and a heartbeat. Probably has a lot to do with how I am today, I would choose walking somewhere nine chances out of ten if I could. Living in the city, I kind of “have to” take the vehicle to get to certain places, but if it’s walkable, I’m doing it.



At the foot of the hill, I started to see civilization again. There wasn’t a lot of traffic, only Sunday drivers, really and the odd dog walker. By the way, this hill was the same hill that I had to be careful with on Saturday, and trust me, it was a lot easier walking down that thing than biking it. Oh, I like to take a moment for this guy, too, who looks like he was “shrewed” right from the start.



Sorry, the pun was right there….k….moving on. I paid my respects and made my way off down the trail, which was nicely tucked away, relaxing, and it was beautiful. I could hear the nearby river as it kept me company with its constant free-flowing. I decided to take out the headphones and take it all in, best playlist ever.



I could smell the harbour long before I could see it; the tinge of salty water reminded me of my days growing up. The gulls were squawking, flying low-level as they scoured the shore for anything that resembled food. Random fishing boats steamed through the harbour, bidding adieu to the city, their engines putter-patter rhythmic, (insert homesickness here). It was a serene moment, picturesque as the city was once again settling down for a cozy Sunday evening.



A little further down was my point of interest, probably should mention where I was planning to go, it was Fort Amherst. I went there by bike not long ago, promised myself I’d return, but this time for a stroll. The views were unreal, and bouts of nostalgia hit me as I eyeballed each little house one by one, tucked away along the hillside full of character.



I also had to somehow pull myself from the backdrop below, crazy how all this stuff is free, just got to get outside and discover it for yourself.



Behold, in all its glory, the lighthouse. Finally, I had made it. The walk that I had pictured that day on the bike proved to be quite the aesthetically pleasing amble, only at that very moment, looking out at the beautiful open ocean before me, I realized….now I have to walk back…lol.



Thanks for tagging along for my brisk Sunday walk, hope you enjoyed the pictures, and you’re all welcome back again for another glimpse of Earth to Ash.

Happy trails!!!!