On Tuesday I was in Somerset with Mum; in the morning we walked into her town and ended up buying numerous books, cards and even pheasants. It was a lovely shopping expedition, but I was aware that, despite the extension to our walk, my steps wouldn’t quite be hitting 6000. I decided it didn’t matter as being with Mum was doing me a power of good, and a few more steps were not really needed plus by the time we got back there was a huge downpour. But then there was a break in the clouds.
Mum encouraged me to go out again whilst she prepared lunch, and so off I went on a brisk circular route. I did pause though to enjoy this fabulous view. If you look carefully you can see Glastonbury Tor in the far distance. I once made Mum, Dad and Robert walk up there on a very cold day. Even Dad was complaining, which was unheard of.
As I looked at this view I remembered how Robert has never let me forget how cold it was that day. However as you can see from this photo I did just about manage to get a smile out of him as he was attempting to shelter from the bitterly cold winds at the top.