Normally I walk alone. I'm referring to country rambles. I plod at my own pace with my own thoughts, alert to the world around me - without distraction. There are no discussions, no pauses to agree the way forward.
However, on Sunday morning I walked with my old friend Tony. He had driven over from The East Riding of Yorkshire to ramble in sunshine on the first day of December. We headed to Bradfield - to the north west of Sheffield where farmland meets moorland. Surprisingly, he had never been there before so it was a delight to introduce him to this lovely corner of The Peak District.
|St Nicholas's Church, High Bradfield|
We left Clint by the cricket ground in Low Bradfield and set off towards Agden Reservoir. Five miles later we were back in the lower village ordering hot teas and snacks in the small post office-cum-cafe before driving back into the city.
It had been a delightful walk and there was conversation too - some of it about Tony's forthcoming marriage. It's his second marriage and early in the new year I will be his best man for the second time.
I have known that fellow for forty years. There is no pretence nor point scoring in our fellowship. It's all so easy and so comfortable. We have shared secrets with each other that we have never shared with any other person.
Sometimes it's good to walk with someone else.