Legs of Time

I walk slowly now the years have flown by like geese migrating in the first morning frost. Blue skys above me legs walk carefully again taking me on anther journey, to another wonderful wildlife experience. To a stranger walking a dog, over fields and streams they never stop pleasing me.

The streets of London in 91 when I went through the Marathon half way point in a time of 1 hour and 15 mins. Poor legs joined by my trusty knees gave way 3 mile later only to be cared for by the medic, stop here don’t go any further.

The legs got me up and gave me another 10 mile yes there was pain but we finished another challenge my legs and me.

Legs that were called Knots on Cotton, I Have Seen Better Legs Hanging Out Of A Nest I would be told. The legs stung by a Wasp and by nettle’s.

The legs that ran me to the Bakery in 1973 every morning, my legs would run with Ron Hill the British Marathon Runner who ran in the Olympics.

The legs that got me awarded the Best Physical Training recruit award.

They ran walked crawled over rocks in Cyprus, swam me through the Great Barrier Reef in the Caribbean.

Took me 17,000 feet up the highest Volcano in Mexico in 1979. They never let me down the long skinny legs that would Match proud onto the Parade Square in front of Royalty.

Legs in a Smart uniform with brasses polished as the Queen Mother would stop and ask me how I was. Stand next to Her Royal Highness Prince Anne.

My legs my journey through 63 brilliant years, taking me around the globe 37,000 feet they would want to stretch out. Legs that would see no breaks as I jumped at 140 miles an hour from a plane landing at 20 feet a second. The legs taking the full force.

How did my Skinny legs do all this and still propel me when I ask them to.

The legs that would walk 100 kilometres 4 weeks after a hip operation. The legs that would take me to the top of Ingleborough with my Daughter to place my 2 Dogs that I loved to rest in their little Silver Tin with their names engraved on.

Legs that did the slow march as I held the Coffin steady on the way to the church.

Legs that would win me Gold in the 400 metres race, in the 400 metre Hurdles and over the 3,000 metre steeplechase.

Legs taking me high up into the Troodos Mountains in Cyprus, a 70 mile run in 40 degrees done at the age of 38, both big toes sliced with a Scalpel to release blood pressure still to carry one and finish as best Veteran.

Legs that would Swim, bike and run and win the Triathlon up against younger lads.

Legs that would run to the top of Snowdon in 5 hours ,12 mins.

Legs that would walk me on my walk to the pub when I met my Ruth, the ones that would dance with Ruth to our first dance on our wedding day

Legs that would hang from a Gazelle Helicopter 200 feet up as I Abseiled down the rope, above the fields and mountains of Bevaria.

Legs that would teach my some how to play football, and show my daughter how to do Athletics.

Legs that would support me as I put up Owl Boxes, tree lights, house lights, up trees to get my ball back.

The miles every day with Monty my Labrador the miles my legs and his Di together the miles we ran when he was in his prime. The longs walk with Jake and Ruth on the Sea front.

Legs that were pulled out first at Birth. Legs that would take a beating, cuts bruises and scars.

Legs patrolling the Streets of Northern Ireland, The Falklands the jungles of Gautamala, the hills of Scotland drop in by parachute no transport just your legs to carry you and your 50lb Bergan and Rifle.

The legs that walked with my Son and Daughter in the pram and trolly, stood rocking them to sleep.

Legs that stood in the naughty corner at school.

The ones that were standing waiting for his first date, he got Stood up.

Legs that stood up at the Bakery making bread cakes by hand for 6 year

The legs than ran in small silk shorts for 20 years in freezing cold weather, that skeied? All over Austria and Bevaria on Cross Country 🎿.

O my legs have done so much more I could write for another day. We take everything for Granted, I am a lucky Man to have a healthy body and my trusted legs to take me on more journeys in my life.

Yes one day I will look down at them in bed and say that’s your lot thank you for the Thousands of miles you have given me. Time to rest my Old Legs.

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I am 63 years old and and since a boy have had an interest in wildlife and in particular birds. I help my Dad with the rearing of young finches and other birds. I had many small birds as pets and as i got older and joined the Military i purchsed my first Camera, and fold out Kodak. Over a 22 year period i enjoyed many countries outside the uk and observed many species of birds. When i left the military in 2000, i bought my first digital camera a Canon 450D with a Tamron 70-300 and started my journey on capturing images of birds and animals. I quickly learned that there was a lot more to getting a good image of a bird, so i started to research the best settings for my camera in order to capture a better image. Over a 12 month period i realised that needed to invest in a better camera and lens and after research bought a Canon 50D and a 100-400 Lens. It was 2013 when i really got to grips with the setup and came across a lovely Short Eared Owl. From that meeting i started to concentrate on Owls as they fasinated me. From Canon to Olympus i recently jumped ship again to Sony. The variety of birds i have captured over a 10 year period is vast and at present i have a wildlife hide in lancashire where most of my images are captured.

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