I did a proper walk this afternoon, with mud, hills, gates, the works. It was extremely windy and very satisfying. After the shock of missing trees this morning, I set off down the graveyard so as to appreciate the magnificent view.
Good, isn’t it? Couldn’t see it for trees before! The stone bench on the right hand side is the one which commemorates the planting. And that may look like a straight path, and it is….straight down a hill….
So I walked to the bottom, crossed the roads, found the footpath, found myself in fields, and kept going, mainly because it was too windy to stop. It was a fine walk with kissing gates, very well behaved sheep, and a railway line – not one I’d done before when staying here, but will certainly repeat. My fitbit reckons I have climbled 60 flights of stairs today, and I haven’t, so I assume that’s the hills.
It has been a day where I have been grateful for friends and laughter.