Power Walk

Are you ready for this, the briefest walk in the history of walks? Matthew and I went to the shop one evening because we needed some snacks and a fresh pack of facemasks. Matthew went into the shop to get the stuff, armed with a list of chocolate bars and cakes from me and James, and I power walked off like a woman possessed. Strava was on and I just wanted to clock a mile without actually going as far as half a mile away from my house, which I did. But I wanted to do it before Matthew came back out of the shop, which I didn't quite.

Here is our street. Ah, remember the very start of the lockdown right back at the beginning of our walks, when we went out in the evenings and all of my pictures were mostly dark because we were still on GMT rather than BST? We'll be going back the other way soon and the nights will draw in again. And I remember as well that the roads were always empty and we hardly ever saw people, and we wondered how long it would last. Strange now, isn't it, how some people think it's over but it's nowhere near over?  

Anyway, I could only stop for one photo because I didn't want to keep Matthew waiting too long outside the shop in the dark. But I hoofed it round the back of these houses, zigzagged up and down a couple of little streets, huffing like a wild boar and probably smelling like one too because I hadn't had my bath that day and I was already sweating – it's definitely still summer. 

I got back to the shop and Matthew was patiently waiting with his bag of evil-but-good things, and just to add a few more steps, we trotted round the back way on the street parallel to ours. Then I zonked out on the sofa, ate chocolate, drank fizzy pop and watched a film because I can do that if I want to.

The next walk is better, promise. It's a proper one, with a theme tune and stories and everything!

WQ