I have been cursed with an earworm ever since I have returned home. It’s not a phrase from a song on my camino playlist (I only listened to it a very few times on this camino), or something I’ve heard on the radio. It is due to a pesky little bird at the bottom of my garden – I have no idea what type of bird – we have lots of blackbirds and sparrows and a few tit or finch like birds. But this one has a very particular song and over and over again it sings part of the tune from the child’s nursery rhyme “Michael Finnegan”. The first verse goes like this…
There was an old man
Named Michael Finnegan
He had whiskers
On his chin-ne-gan
The wind blew them off
And blew them on again
Poor old Michael Finnegan, Begin Again
…and my little tormentor sings the few notes that accompany the words “Michael Finnegan”. As a result I’ve been singing this damned nursery rhyme fairly constantly for the last ten days, even during my mountain walk this morning I caught myself at it.
I have felt very different on returning home this year. Last year I was full of energy and couldn’t stop taking long walks. But this year I’ve only taken a couple of longer (but not very long) walks since I have been home. Last week I walked into the valley, forgetting that at this time of year the wild flowers are thigh high and already forming spiky seeds that get caught in the dog’s long coat. Poor Roly loathes having them on him and equally loathes me pulling them out, so today I walked on the wide mountain track behind my house, where the problem can be avoided.
Some of the wild flower seeds are as beautiful as the flowers, with such amazing details. I couldn’t resist taking a few photos this morning.
I definitely need to get out early and put in a few much longer walks over the next ten days because I have signed up to join a night-time hike up to La Maroma – the highest peak (2,066 metres) of the Sierra de Tejeda mountain range. I look out to La Maroma from every vantage point at home, but have never before hiked up it. We should arrive in the early hours of the morning, maybe manage a few hours sleep and then watch the sun rise on the morning of summer solstice. Everyone on the hike will be expecting me to be ultra fit after my camino, but in truth I feel anything but.