In my twenties I got caught up in the usual circle of life. Work, work and more work.
Weekends were ground hog days. I got fat, unfit and unhealthy. I needed an outdoor hobby and fast!
Signs and stiles
When it was unsafe to take to the sky, I passed the time by going for a walk. Old trainers and cagoule were derigueur and I soon discovered how to get wet. Very wet.
No country lane was safe until I discovered footpath signs and stiles. Over two decades of exploring had begun.
Shelves soon became busy with a plethora of maps and guide books. Boots and jackets crowded the hallway and a camera was purchased. I was a walker.
Partner to share
And the moral of this short story? Simply this. You don’t need fancy gear or be athletic to go for a walk. Some old shoes will do and if possible, a partner to share your new discoveries and a flask of something hot.
You’ll never know where you might end up. I didn’t.