Today...A five mile walk in the nearby Peak District. The weather was as perfect as weather can be and the air was crystal clear. I slogged up Parkin Clough and then a flatter path that later descended to the tiny village of Aston. On to the slightly larger village of Thornhill before following the bed of an old railway that led back to Yorkshire Bridge where Butch was parked. I felt very calm in a Zen kind of way and took several rests along the route - sometimes just to pause and appreciate the beauty around me. A day like this one - it seemed like a reward for enduring the short grey days of January and February. There was light and greenery and new born lambs and it felt very good to be alive.
Retirement blooms in Aston - specially for fellow blogger Mr Steve Reed.
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