Exactly one week after a fall on a muddy walk I ventured out for a 6 mile hike on familiar ground. No problems, which is encouraging, though I’m not without pain when it involves sitting or bending. Early days.
A lovely, frosty morning. An ideal day for a long walk. The mobile café, 4 miles into my walk, was open. A bacon roll and coffee would keep me going for another 3 or 4 hours. Onwards and the narrow path was on a slope and the frost had melted making the path dangerously slippery. The soles of my boots were clogged with mud. I should have been more alert to the danger. I wasn’t and my feet went off sideways and I fell onto my right hand and thigh. Covered in mud I did what I could to clear up the mess. I was in some discomfort in my left side and back. I thought I could continue my walk but thought better of it. A 2 mile walk to a village enabled me to pick up a bus home. Several hours later I’m out of sorts and finding it painful to get out of an armchair but otherwise pain free. I wonder how I’ll be in the morning. I’m too old for falls to be a good idea. Maybe I should upgrade the boots to something with a deeper tread. Note to self – I’m no spring chicken and need to be more careful.
There was thick fog when we arrived at the bottom of Box Hill but this quickly cleared as we ascended. A third of the way up we came across a group of A-Level students from Birmingham who were incredibly friendly and chatty. A case of friendly northerners – but does Birmingham count as ‘in the north’?
Arrived only to realise I’d forgotten my camera. Annoying! So it was my crappy iPhone camera that recorded this morning’s trip, aided by an app capable of recording in raw (not jpg) format, so the images are OKish.
What better in these miserable times than a hike in familiar countryside. It was just short of 8 miles and there was the usual coffee and KitKat of course. The sun was out for a while though walking south into the low-lying winter sun often meant looking at the ground rather than the surrounds. It was cold but not very cold. A chat with my son in Berlin is always a pleasure. It felt good to be out.
What an absolutely lovely day for a hike along Surrey footpaths. This was a new area for me and unusually I had set off with a route marked in the Ordnance Survey app. A wonderful café in the beautiful village of Brockham served me with a hot ham & cheese croissant and a taste-destroying, over-milked tea. A walk through a field of cows was not too concerning though the mud and dung in a couple of fields made for unpleasant walking. A great walk of nearly 9 miles on a fabulously, sunny day.
It seems fitting that the first cold walk of late autumn should be illustrated with grim, black and white images. Taken with my rubbish phone, I had to introduce a bit of drama using Photoshop.
It’s been quite a while since I / we have walked around London. We strolled along the south and north banks of the Thames around the Tower Bridge area and on a lovely, crisp mid-week morning. Gosh, it was quiet! As well as the usual sunny-day pictures, I’ve thrown in a few black and white, arty-farty images.
How can a café run out of Kit Kat?! So a Mars bar it had to be, though at my age it has to be torn into pieces rather than bitten into. Contrary to the cloudy weather prediction, late morning / early afternoon was gloriously sunny, enough to produce some slight redness to my fair skin.
I’ve been thinking about how best to go about picking up the odd piece of countryside litter. A picking-up device seems overkill and a nuisance to carry around on a hike. Perhaps all I need is a bag (plastic?) and maybe a rubber glove. But where do you keep the bag during the walk – hanging from the rucksack? I’d refuse to pick up those small plastic bags favoured by dog owners – quite why some go to the trouble of collecting their pet’s poo only to discard it or even hang it from a tree branch.