It’s the thing to do when you’re in England. Walk! Although I didn’t quite realize what I was getting myself into this past Boxing Day.
This walk was meant to take an hour or two. I thought it would be probably 4-5 km. In the end, it took over three hours and totalled 13 km. I could barely walk once we’d returned home.
But there were some wins to this:
- My wellies finally saw mud, and it no longer looks like I’m trying to make a fashion statement, but like I’m wearing boots that were made for walking.
- I exercised.
- The scenery was beautiful.
Elaborating on that last point, below are a few photos I took along the way. The towns are as quaint as can be, like they’re right out of a movie, and the landscape is amazing.
I can laugh about it now, but at the time… that was one long walk.
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