Greetings from the Royal Oak at Hurdlow. I have just walked here from Parsley Hay, against a predominantly northern breeze. It is strange how for some parts of the walk, there seems to be no wind at all. I’m just having a coffee (no food) before what should be a less arduous walk back to Parsley Hay. So far, I have not become bored with this now very familiar route; the rolling hills are as lovely as when I first gazed upon them many years ago, referring to them as “my back yard.”
I did debate walking through to the end of the trail at Dowlow, but the persistent cool breeze discouraged me enough to “think again”. The decaf latte doesn’t seem to have materialised. Soon, I shall be walking back to where I left my car. Tonight will be spent quietly at home. Decades ago, I never envisaged Saturday nights being like this. What worries me is that I like it this way!
Thanks for reading, David, having enjoyed a complimentary coffee at The Royal Oak. 17.17hrs.
David's Cruise 