There comes a time to put things behind one, to forget about it and move on. Yesterday, it was ten weeks since I had a hip-replacement operation and, naturally enough I suppose, it has dominated my thoughts in the intervening time. After six weeks the surgeon told me all was well and that I could move along at my own pace. I was so encouraged and given such confidence that I dropped the use of crutches immediately but still proceeded cautiously. The return to working in the garden was gently – to sit on a lawnmower and cut grass is not especially demanding on the body – and I took on light jobs bit by bit.
Yesterday, marked a big step forward, literally, for it was the first day I had put on my walking boots in ages and we headed out to Mount Congreve Gardens, only a few minutes from our house, and I walked for almost two and a half hours, a gentle walk as one does in a garden with lots of stops for photographs and to chat with the gardeners as we met them and it went without a hitch, not tired; not sore and I was delighted with myself.