Each day now my medicine walk gets a little longer. It took me a while to master the upward slope at the end of the road where it joins the Cilfrew ‘Main’ Road. I don’t mind huffing and puffing a little when I’m out. It is after all supposed to be a cardiac workout. Having to stop, clutching chest like a feeble old man is not my style, though.
Today, having taken the upward slope and stood for a moment at the junction as I have done on each excursion for the past couple of weeks before turning back, I stepped over the kerb, across the road, and into the entrance to the track up to the heavily forested hill. My ultimate target is the top of that hill, known as Graig Gladwys or something very close. May be I’ll make it by the start of next winter, going a few steps further each time.
Today my progress was arrested by the gate across the road, closed at 16:00 in the winter, so I’m told. I could have ducked under it but that seemed unnecessary, pushing the point too far. Besides, it’s silly for me to walk where I cannot be rescued by car. Next time I shall go out an hour earlier.
And that was it for my day, really. I looked up at the dark forest on the hill above me, anticipating adventures to come. Not a bad way to finish a walk, turn round, and plod homeward, not weary, not bowed, just fizzing a little with beneficial exercise.
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This morning I posted a small additional entry, based on a ‘meme’. I’ve been meaning all day to look up ‘meme’ but haven’t quite managed it. I’m sure it’s valid or at least as valid as a referential enthymeme.
