I'll Keep Walking Baby....

Sitting around being relaxed is rubbish. 

There's only so much "quiet" time one can cope with. 

I decided to get up off my butt, and take a wander. It was a bit chilly.  

Who am I kidding, it wasn't "a bit chilly", it was totally baltic. 

I left the car and wandered, no  I didn't, I staggered to the top of the banking. The struggle was worth it.  The view was immense - Goatfell was beautiful a snow laden.  The sea was clean and cold looking.  The sun was shining, and the wind was lashing my hair around my face. 

I sat for a while at the top of the hill - until my hands became too cold to hold my two wraps shut.  So I sauntered back down, and got into the warmth of the car. 

and guess what,  I got back up off my arse after dinner and walked a bit more.