I didn’t need my passport*, but today’s jaunt did take me to the far end of the village, on foot, with no cheating! I stopped for a couple of conversations, made a delivery, and was fed excellent Christmas cake at my far destination (thanks go mainly to my kind host and cook, and a little to Mary Berry’s recipe). It says much for my attitude to exercise in general that if it’s live, I’d rather watch cricket than football, on the grounds that any sport involving meal breaks strikes me as highly civilised. So a walk with cake is the highest form of Janathoning in my humble opinion. However, now is probably the time to salute all those runners, plankers (watching the autocorrect there), cyclists, swimmers and gym bunnies. You are all amazing.
And here’s where I admit to the cheating – by the time I’d eaten cake it was dark, and I gladly accepted the offer of a lift home. It’s good to know one’s limits, yes?
Pace – brisk, it was a cold wind coming off the Plain today
Distance – adequate, but arguably half what it should have been , although I did do some walking earlier today)
Dogs – 1, highly irritated that his owner interrupted a perfectly good walk to chat with the Rector. (Cats – at least 3 today were out and about. Liked the white one with a black nose!)
Rector’s rating 8/10 only trees and fields were lacking
*actually, I needed my passport number – can’t countersign a passport application without it!