Walking has become a bit of a bore. It was fine when I started walking around our Derbyshire village home as it was a novelty. I remember enjoying walking as a change to swimming . Investigating the village I had lived in and never entirely walked around . Cul de sacs, long lanes, the ponds, the lakes and the countryside . There were places I had never ventured down and I remember apart from my aching feet loving looking into gardens, fields , at gates and follies . Home made signs thanking the NHS. Signs saying please smile . Scarecrows in the form of nurses, utility workers and the local milkman . None of that here . A few weeks of walking and I had covered virtually every nook and cranny. I had peered into all
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