Luckily I've got a new man in my life that has made getting out a thousand times easier. He's called Joe. He's ten years old, silver, got four wheels and happily carries us wherever we want to go. Last weekend he took two of us off to the hills.
For pretty small hills we got some great views.
At the top of the second hill we stopped in the cairn for a snack. A snack which usually I'd find disappointing, just a bag of crisps and an apple. But there's something special about eating outside. It makes anything taste wonderful. Or maybe we were just so hungry after our exertions anything would have been delicious. Who knows?
I was so distracted enjoying the view on the way down I took a little tumble. I'd like to say nothing but my pride was injured, but I bruise like a peach.
The final part of the walk was the most magical. Silver birch lined corridors, that looked like something straight out of a fairy tale.
It only took about 40 minutes in Joe to get to the village at the start of the walk. 40 minutes to peace and quiet. When I got home I basically passed out on the sofa. But I felt so much better for it.
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