Yesterday I made the mistake of thinking that it might do my stuffed up head some good to take it for a walk, it was a gorgeous sunny day, although the layer of snow on the ground as we approached the Pentlands should have been enough of a hint that the temperatures were a tad low…We walked from Harlaw to the summit of Black Hill, and it was too cold to breathe properly. Then we turned to come back down, and the wind was in our faces and icy. I can't say it did my cold any good at all, but it was therapeutic for my soul.
Today Mum took me shopping for my Christmas present – new walking boots. They're gorgeous, but she's taken them away to wrap up for Christmas morning, so I'll have to walk until December in the old ones with little sole left and a steady left-foot leak. I can live with it, in the knowledge that come the New Year I'll be walking in lovely new boots.
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