still walking

another quiet week in worthing.

wednesday: we went walking across part of the south downs. deep joy! if you haven’t been there, no matter where you read this across the globe, then you must come to enjoy the moment. all four of us walked from cissbury to chantonbury - so pleasant, so tranquil. we even strayed up buddington’s bottom – how we enjoyed the crack. leo was intrigued to find evidence that sheep had got there before us. we wondered if buddington liked his vice versa.

who said climbing up hills is a struggle? not me. it’s the coming down. gravity is a very strange thing. i don’t like it much and feel we would be much better off without it. body screaming i remembered what my son told me. do it in zig-zags – it will take the strain off your knees. no it bloody doesn’t! it sends you off, hurtling helplessly towards the precipice with no obvious means of recovery. but we reached the bottom, slowly. very envious of buddington. he only had the sheep to contend with.

took the bus home. such a good idea we wondered why we hadn’t taken it in the first place. might retire my legs.

thursday: intend to paint the soffits. don’t ask – i don’t know either. never thought i’d see the day when i spent the day painting somebody who deceives people with clever-sounding but flawed arguments or explanations.

friday: hope to get my waggler out for the first time this year. looking forward to catching the first carp. sorry! what did you think i meant?