Walking is my all absorbing passion these days. I would say old lady style walking but the 80 year old ladies I have walked with can run rings round me. Beginner walking perhaps? Meaning if a slope is any steeper than the disable ramp into the library I will be descending it on my bottom. (The bottom shuffle was a technique I perfected as a child.)
Like most pastimes it is advisable to dress appropriately. Definition of appropriate dress depends on with whom you are walking. To sensible people it means comfortable, wind and weather proof. to the Jones it means the correct labels. Fortunately I am never able to keep up with the Jones so they can’t read my labels from a distance.
My good buddy The Limping Cyclist posts a view from her bike on her Twitter feed. I am a reluctant photographer but I intend to give anyone who is interested a view from my walk……starting soon. Not soon enough unfortunately because yesterday’s walk took me through magical, dripping green fairy dells on the Island of Bute. Next time I’ll have my Hasselblad with me.
Ooops, pardon me for label dropping.
