Whins are out!

It was a lovely morning so we headed straight out for the moor. However after 3 miles, under half way on Mr C’s planned walk, I was hobbling. The arthritic foot was throbbing as was the ankle on the other side so it was a real mission to get home. It seems wors3 not better with time.

I know this is, in the scheme of things, with so many people suffering life-threatening illness, a small thing, but for me to accept I’m. not going to be able to continue doing the kind of physical life we enjoy is difficult.