A little stroll yesterday partaken on Ilkley Moor, with a hat on actually as there was rather a nip in the air. A lot of last weeks snow has disappeared of course (to be replaced by some more tomorrow apparently) but the process of losing the snow in the UK involves a thaw and re-freeze process as you move from day to night, and so you find that your gentle stroll up on the moors becomes a gentle shuffle along treacherous ice-paths, shuffling where you dare not lift one foot from the ground for fear that the other one doesn’t really have very good contact with the ice that it is currently resting on, and there are moments halfway up those hills when you stop and realise that you can’t go any further forward for its like walking up a bobsleigh track.
Such fun though when your wife falls on her arse, oh how we laughed
She didn’t of course.
They get bigger when you click them
So by we you really mean I. Somehow I’m imagining a silent ride home.
Ah, you have one of those too ?