I had a lovely walk one evening of the few hot days.
Shadows were long.
But the people were out in force, can you see the group of 20+ walkers behind me? I was walking the path in front of them, yes it is not very well marked but I do know where I am going around here. But did they trust to follow me? They were maps out every 100 yards!!!
I lost them at this point, I don't think they believed it was the path!
This is one of the worst parks of this walk, it's the fly tippers paradise near a power station, but the setting sun even managed to make this dump seem nice.
But parts of the walk truly are lovely.
And sometimes the beauty is there if you get down on your hands and knees to find it.
I didn't get home until after the sun had long gone but it was chicken soup for the soul.
I change my age each year but rarely in the manner that most people do. I find the more common approach really limiting.
For years I've had a mental block about my age. It started when I was 25, on my next birthday I discovered I was 27. I'd lost a year. I had honestly thought I was 25 and I missed a whole year of 26 without realising. At that point I fell out with the numbers and have been unable to retain the real number at all. I mostly have to use an online age calculator if it seems necessary to work out with any accuracy the truth. But the truth matters not, this year I will be 43.
I started and ended the day in a rather delightful way - that'd be with a scone.
A walk in my favourite place.
Oh, I squeezed a scone in the middle too!
There were groups of teenagers all over the place playing PokemonGo.
I was rather impressed to see so many out and about.
I wonder how old these trees are.
I wonder if they hide a few of their rings when anyone asks?!