Now that I am at the stage of my life where I can faintly discern the skeleton figure holding a scythe in the distance, I have started thinking about where I would like my ashes to be laid to rest. My daughter told me she was going to keep them in an urn in her house. I can’t think of anywhere worse to end up than being cooped up in an urn on a shelf, gathering dust, so I had to start thinking of more palatable alternatives that I could foist onto my family.
My initial idea was to have my ashes scattered in our garden. Then I recalled disposing of my father-in-law’s ashes in their lovely rose garden in the village of Marlow in England, only to find some years later that the new owners of the house had converted the rose garden into a boring lawn. In any case, the thought of ending up in a garden eventually owned by total strangers does not appeal.
Having considered the matter further, I decided my ashes should be taken out to sea and scattered at the Devil’s Cauldron in the ocean at Hermanus, a small coastal village in South Africa where I had spent many happy holidays with my family as a child. The Devil’s Cauldron is a group of small rocks jutting out of the sea. Through all the twists and turns in my life over the years, this was a constant familiar sight to me since early childhood. One of the first things that I do whenever I visit Hermanus is to stand on the cliff and gaze at the Devil’s Cauldron.
The Devil’s Cauldron, Hermanus
A while ago I met up with my old aunt, Mara, who lives in Hermanus. She is a born again Christian who is well aware of the fact that I am an infidel. When I told her of my wish to have my ashes scattered at the Devil’s Cauldron, Mara looked me straight in the eye and declared, “Yes, that would be right!”
But recently I changed my mind again when I came to realise what bureaucratic and logistical hurdles and expense I would burden my family with if I insisted on the Devil’s Cauldron as my final abode. I was still trying to resolve the matter of my ashes in my mind when I met my friend Alan the Wandering Philosopher earlier this week on my daily walk along the Diamond Creek.
My obsession with walking 10,000 steps per day started fourteen years ago, when I was working at Moreland City Council in Melbourne. Our CEO had decided to encourage the members of the corporate management team to adopt a healthier lifestyle by walking 10,000 steps each day. He gave us each a step counter to wear on our belts so we could monitor our number of daily steps. At that time my job was all consuming. I spent most of my time sitting in meetings or in front of a computer at my desk. Due to work pressures I normally worked through my lunch hour and rarely ventured outside.
The first three days I wore the step counter I barely made it to 2,000 steps each day. Horrified by this result I started going for walks at lunchtimes and after dinner. I also began to park my car at the far end of the car park at the supermarket, instead of as close to the entrance as possible. Over a year or so I gradually changed my habits and increased my number of steps until I averaged 10,000 steps per day.
My wife calls me obsessive and I am not denying she has a point. “I’m just popping outside for a few minutes,” I would say after dinner.
She would roll her eyes and ask, “Still a few steps short of the 10,000 for the day then, are you?”
To which I would reply something like, “Yep, I still have another 327 steps to go. I’ll be back soon.”
When she remarks on my obsessive bent I tell her, in my own defence: “At least my obsessions are healthy ones. I could have been obsessed with chasing other women, or with getting drunk, so don’t complain.”
As part of my daily routine I walk along the Diamond Creek footpath every day. There is a spot just past the crest of an incline, before a long sweep in the path towards the west, where the local Council has done some repair works to the footpath. There is a cross-lying strain-relief groove across the path and the colour of the path changes there to a lighter shade of grey, where a section of the path has been replaced. It is exactly 4,800 steps from the car park to this point. It is here that I turn around each day after carefully stepping over the groove, in the knowledge I would make up the rest of my daily 10,000 steps by going to the supermarket and through normal other daily activity.
Alan the Wandering Philosopher, whom I often run into on my morning walk, knows all about my obsession. He texted me recently:
“I was walking along the creek path this morning. When I reached the exact spot at the path where you always turn around on your walk I couldn’t help wondering whether obsession might not be nine tenths of the law.”
“Closer to 99% in my case”, I texted back.
Earlier this week I ran into him again along the creek path and we walked together. When we got to the spot where I always turn back, he joked, “Make sure you step right across the groove before you turn back, eh.”
Suddenly a light bulb flashed inside my head.
“You know what? I think I’m going to ask my family to scatter my ashes right here after I’ve carked it.”
To which he replied: “Good idea! Just make sure they know to scatter them on the far side of the groove.”
7 thoughts on “10,000 steps”
I now know that spot too Tim. I’ll keep an eye out for any new ashes.
Ha ha! You’re a funny man, Al!
Tim – I know that place on the DC trail well – I’ve cycled over it many times! Now I have to confess that I have reqested my ashes to be scattered in the Diamond Creek where I can gently float down to the Yarra and out to Port Phillip Bay – which I don’t think anyone is going to buy and turn into a boring lawn anywhere in the near future! So thinking of your idea I may just request that that is the spot where I can start my last journey from (as good a place as any… eh?).
By the way you don’t have to worry about that skeleton guy, the one with the scythe in the distance, until he starts talking to you IN CAPITAL LETTERS.
I really like your idea of gently floating down the Yarra, Nick.
OMG Tim, thanks heaps for cheering up my day.
It is a nice spot, I’ll meet you there after I’ve carked it also, we can talk reminsce on the good times we had at OM:NI!
So you feel like joining us in the Diamond Creek Ron?- we could chat all the way down to the bay. If we got more to join us we could have a Port Phillip Bay OM:NI group! :):):)
Sign me up Nick. 🙂