On Walking: Thursday 8th Jan

Next time its miserable outside and in, get inspired by Carlie and push through….” I take off my hat, tip back my head, grateful to the sun, the fields. Conscious of my luck.”

On Walking: Thursday 8th Jan.

View from Spring Field

View from Spring Field

MrsCarlieLee

I don’t want to walk today. It’s cold; windy and raining, and I want to stay at home, use my sour mood to skip out the gritty-bottomed saucepan cupboard. But Pants keeps laying his silly face along my back as I scrub, and every time I straighten, Dora runs to the leads, claws skittering on the floor. I clatter pans and slosh bleach to express my irritation, but they win, like they always do.

The rain drizzles away and we go down the Banbury Road to the Spring Field, because we haven’t been there yet this year, and because there’s a scrap of blue sky in that direction. There are a double set of gates into the first field, and usually I like the satisfaction of foiling their idiosyncrasies to open them. Not today: today I haul myself straight over the top of both, perch like a grumpy crow, before splotting down…

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