The Hare Appletree Fell walk on Sunday didn't particularly tire me out – because I'm double 'ard and super fit these days, obviously – but I fancied a rest the day after. The trouble with a day off, though, is that it's very easy to want another. So I had to dig in again on Tuesday. I didn't dig very far – just enough to go outside for twenty minutes and push myself to do a very small walk to the bus stop at the end of my street. I mean, that's not very far at all; if it's 200 metres, I'd be surprised. But some days that's just how it is, and I do not feel guilty.
Some days, I can feel a bit refreshed just from seeing how much the grass has grown here on this little triangle. Isn't grass pretty when it goes to seed? I think so.
See? I really did go and sit at the bus stop at the end of my street. Do all bus stops around the world look like this, or is it just bus stops in the UK that look like the waiting room to hell? Crispy delivery fries are finally here! About time too.
Still quiet on the roads here. Perhaps not quiet enough for me to lie in one of them now, but definitely quieter than three months ago.
Anyway, so what I've done here is I've pushed mesell a little bit more. I've said to mesell, Linda, yer can't walk 150 yards and call it exercise, lass. [This is Lancashire speak, for anyone who's not familiar with it – I have no idea why I break into different accents in the middle of posts sometimes, but I will not apologise for it.] And then I've answered mesell wi', aye, ye'r right, a bit further won't 'urt.
But I couldn't manage all the way to Penrhyn Road and gave up when I remembered that this alley was a shortcut back to my house. It's quite a clean alley, this, isn't it? As alleys go, I think it's one of the cleanest I've ever seen, and allies are not generally known for their cleanness.
I noticed the salmon sky again this evening, and had a little smile to myself at a few memories of our very first walks, when we were overawed by the dramatic skies and pleased with ourselves when we did half a mile. Awwww, so long ago, the start of the lockdown.
I say 'we', but you'll have noticed lately that young Matthew has been leaving me to it a lot! I've had words and told him to pull his finger out, and also laid on a bit of guilt and said that it's not as much fun on my own. He did his sideways look at me, the one when he makes it plain that he knows I'm lying, but he said he'd make an effort to do several walks a week, so I'll hold him to that. I didn't tell him that his fans miss him because I'm saving that one for when it's really needed. I do know it's true though because some of you have told me – but we don't want it to go to the lad's head, do we?! We all know what stardom can do to a child.
Something's clearly happened here. I don't remember this hedge thing looking quite so drunk over the past few weeks. Has it been particularly windy of late?
The bus stop where I used to wait for the bus to school, sometimes with Catherine Draper, sometimes on my own. 22p return. D'you know how much it is now? £2.90! Daylight robbery!
And that really was the whole of my walk today. Yes, yes I know, rubbish. Does it matter? Not in the slightest. I've done Wednesday's walk already, so I know that I've more than made up for this one! You'll have to wait and see where I went because it's 1am and I can't write another wor–
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