On some days, instead of setting off to walk miles and miles, it`s nice simply to wander to the top of the hill and take it all in:
"A poor life this, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare."
The rest of that poem sounds a bit clunky but W.H. Davies captured something in those two lines. Surveying the frozen white fields while listening to the buzzards overhead and soaking up the warm sunshine on a perfectly still morning...well, you can only stand and stare really.
Or you could play with your football.....
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