|This was taken on Easter Monday|
Despite that, I did think it was a good idea to get out and walk. On occasion definitely thinking that I had gone completely mad. But, I wanted to try out my new shoes and I must admit to having that virtual stick behind the door as well. Which can only mean good things. Right?
Then the day before yesterday I went out again. This time with a goal of nearly 12 km. And the iffyness was back within one kilometer. My ankles are not used to high boots and the knuckle of my ankle definitely not. When I finally got home after a so-so walk (wind and a lot of hail showers), there was a massive bruise on the knuckle of my right ankle.
|Spotted on one of my local walks, this was hanging outside|
Other than that, not much news. Well apart from the fact that my Dad got his first jab, we have gone solar and Brom wants to know when our walking holiday starts.