Doing battle with daily dragons

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Stroll Yourself Thin

The Rock Star and I have taken to walking. Over the past year, the pace of our lives has left us little time for exercise and it’s getting to the point where it’s hard to deny that the waistbands of our jeans are a little too tight.

So we’ve started trying to walk into the office every morning ( only a mile from our mooring) and having a vigorous evening yomp through the hills after dinner. I just wanted to share two pictures to convince you city folk that it’s time to pick up sticks and move somewhere where you don’t end up with lots of black stuff in your nose when you come home from work everyday.

Some of our local hills. We live at the foot of the Ridgeway; a path that's been in use since the Stone Age. It was a lovely evening last night; very quiet except for the skylarks, who sound like dozens of little flying modems.

A most satisfying sunset over The Vale.

Seriously guys, black stuff in your nose or skylarks. The choice seems pretty clear.