I am trying to do more walking. I am spurred on by thoughts of my late MIL who would walk her dog through the local woods most evenings, without a care. Yesterday I went for a lovely walk with OH, that involved going through a cemetery entrance to a wide open space of grassland, and then on a long, narrow and very enclosed pathway through the trees which skirted round a huge pond. With him I felt safe, but there is no way I'd do that pathway on my own, which is a shame as it's the sort of good long walk I need to do regularly. We didn't see a soul on our walk so I'd feel very vulnerable. I always think that mad axeman is likely to be about when I am walking alone. Silly, I know, given I have always been quite an adventurous, independent sort of woman.
I do hope those rapists are caught soon and severely punished kircubbin