I’ve been making the very most of the lifting of our 5km travel restriction to travel within one’s county.
This morning I headed out to the Waterford Greenway which has been developed from an old railway line and to date it spans over 40 km.
The part I like most runs along the River Suir near Waterford City.
Time has been, and continues to be, almost timeless with the pandemic but there is an added dimension to not being sure what era one is in when out on the Greenway. This is because there are so many remants of the old railway line and one can almost hear it echoing along on certain stretches.
Today, I was very taken with the way old parts of track have become embedded in the ditch, real reminders of olden days:
All the while, there were signs of Spring everywhere, compared to when I was last out in late December. The gorse with its coconut scent was divine:
And, it was a day when it seemed like serious runners and cyclists were in full flow keeping a close eye on their times:
I guess love is pretty timeless too, and I was very pleased to see the knitted heart that clearly has a whole story attached to it still holding firm: