I’ve stated before my love for both music and walking, every morning I get up at 5.30am, put on some great music and just walk, I love it, it sets up my day and gives me balance.
Sunday morning I get up even earlier, I get up at 5.00am, no Sunday morning lay in for me anymore, Sunday is my most important day now. So Sundays start at 5.00am, I get up walk up the biggest hill in town, as I do every morning, then back down the hill and along an old train track, which is now a cycle track.
The whole journey is about 13 miles and takes just under 3 hours at my speed, so I can get a good walk in, get back home, have some breakfast and a bath, then get ready for Church.
It doesn’t matter where I walk, I’ve always got my music on, the great thing about that time of day is that there is rarely anybody else about, especially on the cycle track, so I’m free, I’ve got the whole place to myself to enjoy the sunrise and the beautiful Sunday morning.
The cycle track has an abundance of wild life, mainly birds and rabbits. The rabbits, literally hundreds of them, scamper around before me as walk, diving across the track, in and out of their burrows either side of the tarmac walkway.
But I can get a bit carried away, when a particularly powerful song comes on I just have to sing along, wave my arms around in a kind of freaky dance, I just let go, nobody can see me, apart from the rabbits! “Deliverer” by Vicky Beeching is a one of my favourite songs to walk and sing along to, it’s a great worship song for a Sunday morning walk, although the rabbits don’t seem to appreciate my version.
Deliverer come set me free
Break every chain holding me
Deliverer come have Your way
I surrender to Your rule and reign
(Deliverer by Vicky Beeching)
You know what it is like when you’ve got ear phones on, you tend to talk alot louder than usual as you try to hear yourself over the music in your ears, well singing is no different, I sing loud just so I can hear myself. But as I do this the rabbits stop and stare at the weird site approaching them, before turning tail and running away. I can see that real look of a scared rabbit, as if caught in the headlights of an on coming car.
Traumatised rabbits, the legacy of my Sunday morning walk.
I’m so sorry my furry little friends, I mean you no harm, I just can’t help myself, I know my singing is absolutely atrocious and I know it’s early on a Sunday morning, but I promise I will try to be a little more considerate in the future.