It was a month of disappointment, but Wymondham’s finest pulled me through.

So here we go. Last issue saw me struggling with a badly damaged leg and ankle learning to hobble and walk again, after falling down a not very dramatic 2 stairs at home, stopping me walking and photographing Wymondham for all to see.

I was in and still am in considerable pain after the screws that held my lower leg bones together both snapped, I was losing my drive, my mojo. Everything was such an effort, and why me? Why should I suffer? Especially as I’d had life threatening illnesses twice this year as well.

My weight was going up again. In reality I’ve put on loads, and gained weight never appears where it’s not seen. My gut was bulging again whereas it would be great to have bulging ‘guns’ (biceps) instead. Depression was interfering with my usually happy thoughts, I was finding reasons not to walk, blaming it on pain. In reality the pain was severe but exercising and dieting isn’t pleasant either and I find it’s painful mentally and physically.

I talked it over with Mrs Go Outdoors (my very supportive wife) to no avail. Then I hit rock bottom and turned it into words for my followers on Love Wymondham to pour over on Facebook. The response was amazing, from advice to encouragement, offers of support etc. Then it hit me again like Bruce Lee (the famed Kung Fu master) practising knockout punches on my frazzled brain cells.

It was me that was wrong, it was me that wasn’t trying, it was me again with a thousand reasons to not get better, it was only me that was the jailer, I alone had the key.

So seriously annoying Yvonne, I tucked into my favourite Tiramisu, biscuits and other fat building goodies. I was having one last blow out then I was back on my serious diet and exercise routine again. This was to be helped with a visit to see my youngest son and my youngest granddaughter along with her great hard working mum. We’ve not seen them since February, when I’d just been released from hospital and slept throughout the visit as I was still very weak.

Well it was boots on time for some serious exercise, well as much as I could force myself to do anyway. This turned out to be 1.25 miles, not forgetting shopping and a little housework. Yes I had a day off before it, however the next day I drove to Leicester to see the aforesaid family, we stopped over and today after driving back we did a small shop and I decided to push myself with my walking again. This I’ve done, walking a full 2 miles and now I’m bragging about it with energy to spare!

It’s amazing the power of the brain leaving my brain cells bouncing off each other.

My walk:

From Abbeygate Garage over the road, under the trees turn right over the road, then over another road and up The Loke. Getting hopelessly lost in an all too simple maze of short roads within the Hart’s Farm estate, ending up on Burdock Road, through the yellow gates into Ketts Park. Follow the brown gravelly path into the woods, past the bench which if you walk straight forwards from you’ll come across The Moot.

The Moot Hill is a scheduled ancient monument (remains of a timber castle). It’s on private land but still worth a look if you get permission first but you’ll need to sort that out yourself.

After all that I walked diagonally across the expanse of grass, past the play area, past the council building, turned left on Hart’s Farm Road, followed along to the traffic lights, crossed a couple of roads and headed back to the garage.

All in all it’s worth getting lost in that lovely housing estate as there’s some great gardens and play areas. Ketts park is amazing if you explore it in its entirety with footpaths, woods and of course all those activities to join in, it’s a real gem and very underused I think.

Enjoy the pictures as they may give you some idea of that part of Wymondham’s beauty and history.