It is very rare that I start the day without having had a bath, or shower, and also, not having shaved. I did manage to wash both feet in the basin. Anybody who read my blog yesterday will have ascertained the reason for this out of character neglect of personal hygene; I was wearing a portable heart monitor which in no circumstances should become wet. I was required to log everything I carried out on a card provided, including going to the loo. Needless to say, my night time entries made for amusing reading!
After I had worn this contraption for 24 hours, I could disconnect it from the terminals stuck to my body, and put it and the log of my activities in the plastic bag provided, and return it to the hospital. Before today’s scheduled walk, there was just enough time to have a shave.
Roger had discovered a particularly scenic walk within two or three miles of home, Kidtor Dale near King Sterndale. I had a choice of the fairly level easy walk, or a more spectacular route at the bottom of a gorge which I was nervous of committing myself to. The less arduous route more or less followed the wooded and cliff faced gulley. I would hope to attempt the harder route in the near future. We would walk towards Deepdale before retracing our steps as far as the road on which the wonderfully ancient Christ Church King Sterndale is situated. We had left the car in the pretty village of Cowdale.
We could not have asked for better weather. There was no wind, and the promised cold breeze hadn’t yet come to pass. A blue sky was decorated with interesting and pleasing cloud formations. This loveliest of round-trips was around three miles in length, and once again, there was a huge sense of space and infinity.








Before driving home, we drove to Parsley Hay merely to keep the battery charged. We then adjourned to my house where I put together a fairly decent lunch of breaded cod and fresh vegetables. I think that’s my “5-a- day” taken care of!
Yet another lovely day with the cares of these present disturbing times, a long way off – for the time-being.
Many thanks for reading and best wishes, David, 20.34hrs 27th November 2020.