Hello again Loneeaters!
It’s Maya here and with June well and truly underway I thought my post could act as a mid-month motivation for all you lovely readers to get onboard with the June challenge.
I have to say though, my experience truly was a challenge.
Initially, I couldn’t wait to try it because the spontaneity of packing your lunch, wandering off and letting a clock dictate when and where you eat is kind of exciting to me. It injects some life and an element of the unknown into an otherwise perhaps uneventful or repetitive lunch experience.
Honestly though, I got quite a big injection of life, and it definitely became something of a mission and less of a meal.
The 20 minutes there and back were PERILOUS. To be fair, I live on the side of a mountain so I might have been a wee bit naïve to gambol off through the woods expecting no mishaps whatsoever.
I went west. There are no roads so I figured I'd go old school and stick to a compass direction. It's a route I know very well: hidden bogs, concealed stream beds, secret half-buried loops of wire from abandoned fences…I thought I knew all the pitfalls but you should always leave room for clumsiness.
I absolutely tanked it 3 times and had many more slips and trips.
No big deal really in the grand scheme of things but I made the huge error of carrying my lunch on a plate, no lid, no covering of any kind. Casually clambering through a wood up a mountain clutching a plate loaded with veggie sticks and an open pot of houmous. A recipe for disaster. I lost everything once and had to painstakingly rinse every crudite with my trusty bottle of water. Annoying, yes, but I certainly appreciated every mouthful of my lunch that much more.
On setting out I did actually consider the possibility of a fall but I didn’t want to use up a sandwich bag (save the Earth of course) so went with the plate option.
Clever thing that I am, standing in the forest undergrowth hunting out fallen carrots it occurred to me that this is precisely what Tupperware is for. We live and learn.
I fought through the rest of the 10 minutes wading through trailing bramble traps and trying to avoid scaring and being scared by sheep. I nearly fell down a hole for a new fence post and made a little prayer to the rain Gods to hold off for the next half an hour or so (they did, thank you!).
Once my 10 minutes were up, it all became worth it really: beautiful views, peace, houmous…
Endless sky, breathing Earth, mountains that cradle me on my little rocky perch.
Several things occurred to me, some of which were of a more abstract, wandering nature than others.
Of the more solid kind…
What is the point of brambles? Surely nothing can eat them, and they are so ferociously antisocial. Even when dead their pricks are as sharp and offensive as ever. Why brambles? Please give me a reason to like you.
Why are rain clouds dark – is this the sheer mass of water blocking out the sun? In which case shouldn’t they be blue, so then maybe is it the piece of dirt/grit inside each raindrop that altogether is enough to create such a shadow?
Food for thought, anyone any ideas? (On a side note, what a perfect loneeating phrase – food for thought.)
The whole experience was a breath of calm to my mind, a chance to think and to be.
In hindsight, this was a lovely way to punctuate the day and to have lunch, even getting tangled in the brambles!
So no excuses, have you tried the June challenge yet? You’ll love it. Loneeating ahoy!