RDP: Pedestrian


Just Keep Walking

I’ve always been a pedestrian.

When we were little mum often walked to the shops rather than taking the bus. She used to use a big English pram and later a stroller, or pushchair as we used to say, and take us along before we were big enough to walk the whole way. I think it is because of that we were always prepared to walk if we needed to go somewhere.

We walked to school, we walked to our local shopping centre and the larger town one sometimes. When we were old enough to be allowed to go to Adelaide on our own we walked to the railway station and back again. We didn’t expect to be driven everywhere. Mum didn’t drive anyway so there wasn’t a lot of choice in the matter.

We even walked to Adelaide from home, about 11kms, a few times when we wanted to attend an afternoon concert or a movie in the city and there were no buses.

Salamanca Place, Hobart
Salamanca Place, Hobart

I still think that walking is the best way to explore a city. The first summer I spent working in Hobart I often had to wait more than an hour after work before I could get a bus home. I often spent that time walking around the CBD getting to know the streets. I was quite proud the day that I was able to tell one of my Tasmanian born workmates where a certain business was because I’d seen it on a walk.

Some of my best holiday memories are of walks. The first time I visited London as an adult I went for a long walk along Victoria Embankment.

There was also my walk along the Great Wall of China, another one I’ll never forget.

The London Eye photo by Pexels

My walks now are not so dramatic. I just walk around the neighbourhood with Cindy. But these days I’m grateful for the opportunity to be a pedestrian anywhere.

Stockdale Street Sisters Beach

Taswegian1957

I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on WordPress.com with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. My current housemates are Cindy, my 14-year-old Staffy-Lab X dog and Polly the world's most unsociable cat who is seven.

3 comments

  1. I walk everywhere in Oatlands. It’s stupid to drive when everything is only five minutes from home. By the time I got the dogs out the way and the gate opened and closed and the dogs back in the garden I could have been there and back again. Just two minutes to get to the post office, newsagents and clothing store, five minutes to go to work, the supermarket and the park and under ten for the pub, chemist and cafes.I have walked to the next town which is eight kilometers and back again but snakes are a worry during summer and in winter the path could be covered in puddles. As a young woman I was always walking with my dogs if I wasn’t riding my bike. You could take a dog on the trains in those days so we’d pick somewhere to go and explore. It took over half an hour to walk to the station and then there was all the walking around exploring so I always had plenty of exercise just doing that. These days my exercise is running around cleaning at the hospital and a half hour walk around the lake with the dogs if I am not too stuffed from working. I know people who drive to work but the only live ten or fifteen minutes away.

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