Idle Days

Bobbing about on the Cut

What a difference a day makes

Today was one of those rare spring days when the weather conspires to make one’s troubles seem so much smaller. Clear calm water-washed skies allowed the sun to make itself felt rather more than of yore, and very welcome it was too. The opportunity was therefore taken for some much-needed exercise along bridle-ways and across fields that had actually dried out sufficiently to make walking comfortable if not quite a pleasure. Crack’s Hill, near Crick, was the target destination, sufficiently challenging for these old bones, although the summit was left to another day in an effort to maintain social distancing. At least that’s my excuse! In any case, I’m sure that it looks so much better from half-way up than it does from it’s top. 

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