A walk from the door
I love walking. The simple act of putting one foot in front of another always calms me, cheers me and makes me engage with the world outside me and stills the chatter of my internal world. One of the great things about living here is that you can walk straight from the door into countryside that people would travel miles to find. I used to walk in cities too, pounding the streets at dusk when you can look through newly lit windows into other people's lives. I still like that but I love the fact that here I can walk out of the door and straight into the green world. I have been here by myself for the last couple of days as Ian was working at our son's house in Manchester. I am still catching up from our week away with the family, washing and ironing and gardening and shopping. It was a glorious day here yesterday and as I trudged in from the car with bags to unpack I suddenly thought that rather than sit down with a cup of tea as a break I would walk...