Part of our master plan to get fit and avoid a visit from the Grim Reaper for a few years involves increasing our activity. Michael likes walking. He used to walk in the countryside when he was a kid. I hated walking, with a passion. I also used to walk in the countryside as a kid, but by no means willingly and often in places with rough terrain that scared me silly. I needed to get over myself, forget about those long boring Sunday afternoons in the woods of my youth.
We live in Devon now. One of the most beautiful counties in Britain. Every kind of walking is available here – coastal, cities, woodland, and wild windswept moors. The scenery in this area could be described as a lot of things, it’s definitely not boring. It’s the perfect location to reconnect with the simple art of putting one foot in front of the other. I want to get out there and explore, and I want to discover a new appreciation for walking.
So, we’ve taken to going off adventuring on a Saturday afternoon, finding somewhere new to go and explore. For the past couple of weeks we’ve been on Dartmoor, and last week we tackled our first proper route. Potter’s Walk by Fernworthy Reservoir. A simple three-quarter mile walk. Or it should have been. We went a little off-path and ended up adding an extra half mile to the route. However, our diversion took us back out to the beautiful open moorland; a landscape I could happily spend time in just looking at.
I have to admit, at this stage of our journey to better health, these walks are tough. Every time I go out I feel I’ve pushed myself to my limit and I return to the car sweating profusely, out of breath and so grateful to see our Bob I’m often tempted to kiss him right on the bonnet. But I’m going to keep at it and one day I hope I’ll enjoy walking in the countryside as much as my husband does.