Thank goodness the weather has finally started to warm up. It’s been a long hard slog through this winter filled with many a box of Kleenex. I don’t know who has had more colds this season out of me or the Mini Me, but it’s been a constant battle to see who could win at the bugger battles. I’d say we tied.
Since we’ve moved out of the city, it seemed only fitting to find more activities outside, making use of the immense green spaces around the villages. Hitting up trusty Google Maps, I found our nearest wood and twenty minutes later, we were walking through the woods. By walking, I mean squelching, slowly through the muddy woodland paths.
We walked along the large woodland paths but also went off in search of wildlife. We saw proof of deer but were being far too loud to actually spot any. We did see a pheasant but that was about it. All in all, we probably walked for about two hours. Much of that time was spent trying to get ourselves out of the mud without falling over. To say my legs were aching that night was an understatement, MY GOD! I’m out of shape, not that I needed reminding, but compared to the Mini Me, who was all cartwheels and candy floss after our walk, I was in need of a hot bath full of Epsom salts. I’d love to say I was exaggerating for dramatic effect but no such luck, the ache was real.
The walk was lovely and we’ll be back in a couple of weeks to check out the bluebells. It’s supposed to be absolutely beautiful at the end of April. I’m hoping the ground will be dried and solid by then also, which will be a massive help. The one and only dampener to an otherwise perfect country walk? Driving through the village near the woods and seeing a UKIP placard posted proudly on the side of the house. U.K.I.P Oh well everyone makes mistakes.