And so it became for The Walk. For several days my OH had been making it his planned project for the weekend, that he would take me out for a walk around Colemere, shepherding me should I feel doddery, assisting me should I feel my energies failing. His expectation of me was similar to mine...... that it would take an effort to walk round the lake, because that is what Colemere is ...... " a deep expanse of water shaped like a giant's tummy button, with steep sides and filled with icy water in its lower depths". (www.shropshire-guide.co.uk). Of course I was not going to be going in for a swim, though, because I do not own a swimming costume, and there are huge fish in the lake anyway, which my imagination would turn into the biggest of sharks tout suite as soon as I was ankle deep in the water. Much better to stay on dry land. Much more sensible.
Here is the lake and surrounding woodland.
Here is NOT me, but someone else
- a photo poached off the internet because I forgot to take a similar one of the lake myself!
But here IS a portion of me walking along the path beside the lake, just to prove that I did have my walking boots on and was stoically marching along albeit at a sedate pace.
..... and my OH moving ahead of me because he was a tad fed up with me trying to photograph my feet in walking mode.....
...... and the wonderful sparkling of sunshine through the trees.....
....a pause for a snack, and Maz hoping for a morsel to come her way.....
It was a grand day out,
and I managed to walk, at a goodly pace, for one and a half miles!
It was a personal achievement for both my OH and me.
I never thought I would ever walk a hundred yards, let alone 1.5 miles.
Keep on going, that is what I have learnt, and don't give up.
I might not ever be as fit as I once was, but I am fitter than I have been recently.
Bless you in your journey,
Bye for now,