I’ve actually managed to blog every day for a week.  OK, so a couple of the postings were a bit on the short side and, to be honest, probably only count as a bit of filler to ensure that I at least wrote something that day, but let’s face it, this is me we’re talking about.  Given my past history, I need all the breaks I can get!

Today has been a relatively easy sort of day, with Sunday lunch at a local pub followed by a three or four mile walk home over the fields and country lanes.  It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while and today was the day to try it.  Our friends Lesley and David came over and the four of us piled in the car and drove over to the pub.  After lunch Glenda and Lesley drove home, while David and I put on our coats and walking boots and headed off on foot.  It was a nice little hike, partly following public footpaths over fields and through woods and partly walking along minor roads and single-track country lanes – including one particular lane that now seems to be disused and is slowly becoming overgrown with grass, nettles, thistles and a huge number of rabbit warrens.

The only slight blots on the walking landscape were the little uphill stretch along the side of one field that left me realising just how unfit I have become in recent years and the rather unpleasant driving, drizzly rain that decided to grace us with its presence for about ten or fifteen minutes, just as we came out onto a nice exposed ridge of land where it could really smack us right in the face and punish us for our temerity in wanting to go for a walk in the country.  Still, if you fancy walking around in the UK at just about any time of year, you’ve got to be ready to take a bit of rough with the smooth, so I can’t really complain too much.

So I’m now feeling smug on two counts – managed the blogging challenge thing and also managed to fit in a bit of exercise to help walk off a rather nice Sunday lunch.  Who’s a lucky boy then?