And so I went forth boldly, with no more than some printed directions from Google, and my silly rain-hat. Spare socks might have been a good idea. Next time I shall remember. With the getting lost (every time I took out the directions, they got rained on and splodged a bit), it took one-and-a-half hours to walk to work but, my goodness, I enjoyed it. Before my socks had a chance to dry on the radiator, I was out again with The Boy for our usual walk. The forest smelled like jasmine today, but I could not work out why.
It's been an extraordinarily wet day. If this were a Thomas Hardy novel I'd be fighting for my life by now, with some unspecified fever. As it is, I just have slightly muddy trousers. Having walked at least five miles before lunch, I was very glad that my Lady gave me a lift home, although a part of me was quite looking forward to another martyred, wet trudge.
I have rewarded my aching arse muscles with buttery pasta, and chocolate truffles.