When we go walking it's fair to say we typically do it in an entirely calvinistic manner. Travel light, into a rhythm, stare at shoes, reach destination.
No stopping more than a moment to enjoy the view. No picnics. No pub stops. No reaching into pockets for cake and chocolate penguins (as it was when walking in The Lakes with Judy - the only walk I've ever done that caused me to put on weight).
So, thanks to Paula for showing me the importance of stopping and leaning on a gate for a few minutes, taking in the stillness and the view. I think it's all part of adjusting to that change in time and motion that one needs to make to regenerate from Londoner to rural nutter....
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