A walk in the Woods

Yes I know I'm not Bill Bryson, but I can sort of empathsise with his experiences, walking the Appalachian Trail. (Have just realised style of blog much changed, no longer 'up early, drew back curtains, etc. etc. This probably due to fact, Now Have More To Say.)

Naturally I appreciate the woods in Derbyshire aren't anything like the wilderness our Bill encountered on his epic walk, but they are deep. Quite deep. A little bit deep. We set off one afternoon, son, daughter-in-law, youngest doggie, ( eldest doggie resting at home with Two), for a nice walk. Now my son can walk miles without apparently tiring. Ditto daughter-in-law. Not ditto me. Off down the High Peak Trail we went, and then moved sideways into uncharted territory, i.e. footpath in the woods. So far, so good. The woods were delightful, and I was pretty sure there would be no bears lurking hidden in the foliage, although I did spot a rabbit. My son was leaping energetically from rock to rock. My daughter-in-law was busy taking artistic photos through the leaves. I was keeping my eyes studiously on the ground, lest I stumble on twisted tree roots and fall tit over arse, occasioning visit to fracture clinic. We wandered what seemed to me quite a distance, and I kept thinking, 'but we have to cover this distance to get back to the car'. The further we travelled, the more I became aware of the return journey. Eventually I ventured to suggest we turn back. And we did. I did enjoy the walk enormously, just need perhaps to Build Up To Something Longer. Felt very virtuous though, and slept like proverbial log that night. As have observed before in these pages, Need To Get Fit. Oh yes.

My son observed that I am probably Fitter Than I Think. God, I certainly hope so. Is photo of me and son on walk, will post here if can figure out how to do this. Have many photos to post in fact, but not the know-how. However, feel can tackle anything on Flamingo Pink Lap Top. Will have to think up name for her. Hmmm.