A Tale of Two Walks ... Wednesday 4th – Thursday 5th Dec

Its funny how when you’re limited by what you can do, your world becomes restricted, and the little you can do, expands to fill the space. In my case, this means if I’m going out, I’m walking. Now I like walking, but my judgement has to be called into question over the last two days.

On Wednesday I decided to go and collected a prescription, which would take me about 25 minutes each way at a brisk pace. The skies were clear. A weak sun was out and I ventured forth without a coat. As soon as I turned the corner and the breeze hit me, I thought, “that’s cold but I’ll warm up as I go.” Given that it’s December in England I have no idea why I thought that. I spent the journey, there and back, crossing roads to get on the side where the weak sun was at least shining. On the way back this meant I had to squint most of the way because the sun was in my eyes. When I did get eventually get home, I put on another jumper and the kettle to warm up me up.

On Thursday I spent the first part of the morning looking out for the forecasted rain, as the washing was out drying in the howling winds that had hit the country. Late morning with the washing in, and dry, I decided I’d pop out to the shops and run my errands. Bad move as it turned out. The heavens opened on me, and I was both buffeted by the wind and soaked by the rain. I’d remembered to put on a coat today but to no avail, I was drenched, everything was wet when I got home, and I do mean everything! I felt like some sort of celebrity changing my clothes halfway through the day. Funny how despite living in this country all my life, i still can’t get a handle on the wonderful unpredictability of the British weather.

Yours cold and wet.

Jay