It was simply one of those spirit-stirring days where the legs want to keep going for ever, the air is scouring out the lungs and the dogs are up for anything.
However, not yet brave enough to live entirely on my wits and adopt the life of a losel ** so back we came after an exhilarating hour and so to work.......
As an alternative perambulation, two days ago,on my return north from family duties (and most pleasant they were) I was able to spend a nostalgic couple of hours in the city of my birth:
fab buildings,
iconic landmarks:
beautiful bridges (something very special about bridges anyway but that`s another topic), Botanic Gardens, punts moored on a green river
everywhere weeping willows,
and reminders of childhood holidays (and we didn`t have to pay £5.00 to visit college grounds!)
**
Lots of folk live on their wits:
Lecturers, lispers,
Losels, loblolly-men, louts-
They don't end as paupers;
from Toads by Philip Larkin
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