The words were spray painted on a plain brick wall. "Don't give up" So here I am, blogging again because the friend I was walking with set me blogging as homework. Never give up. I'm doing the Race at Your Pace virtual 100 mile challenge this January and I'm pleased to see that I am just over half way now. Unlike the friend I walked with, it never occurred to me to calculate how far I'd need to walk a day to pull this off. (3 point something or other miles a day apparently)
Lockdown feels like that razor wire. Having worked for the Army as a civvie, I know the purpose is defence - very necessary. But I plan on having fun still and as the days lengthen, I feel a bubble of effervescent joy well up, stoked nicely by just over a hour of joyous conversation - books, lives, photos and sheer randomness (my contribution I think. It's a day off - I haven' t just left my computer on and gone walkabout, so I started the walk with coffee and millionaire shortbread. But I have had a pretty sugar free month so it felt overly sweet but still pretty good!
The reflections on the water at Double Locks, as we sat, swinging our legs on a backless bench
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