Lost and Found

Given that the Steak Pie calls us all on Ne'er Day, the need to get out and walk on the 2nd of January is fierce.

Like the wind my legs were strong and drove on. No-one was keen to join me, although my girl was going one step madder and ski-ing this afternoon. It was rather nice being alone. I wandered off to the allotments, had a nosey into other plots and then headed off up the hill.

By the time I reached the top my legs were red raw and frozen. I was delighted to have one of my dad's jackets on. It was reassuringly warm. My hat was in constant danger of being blown off and my hand was never far from it. Yet I was able to sit on a bench and survey all around.

Being out on a very windy, very cold day is one of my joys, so long as I am not too wet. I find it incredibly life affirming. There is of course always the need for a hot drink and a small something when you return. A suitable reward.

This gate always strikes me as very elaborate. Today I liked the idea that others had found lost items and hung them on the gate to be re-claimed. Whilst you may be happy to find your new Christmas glove which had fallen out of your pocket, I wonder if you would be as happy to claim the missing poo bag?