I've always loved to walk. I remember as a child having the nickname "felix" and my mum singing to me, felix kept on walking, walking. Before I retired, I be out at 6.30 to walk the dogs before work, then again early evening when I got home. Since retirement, and discovering gransnet, I have a leisurely start, and the dogs accept that. By about 9, we're usually out for 45 mins or a couple of hours when possible. Another 30 mins at tea time, or now it's dark, slightly less as it's a pavement walk. I live on the edge of moorland, we have a number of reservoirs with 2 or 4 mile walks around the water. Then there are the forrests behind the reservoirs, and the moorland beyond that. We have a number of walks that celebrate Lancashire's industrial heritage, rambling over hills and dales. The views are spectacular, though I confess to finding going uphill a lot harder than it was a couple of years ago.
Ageing for me has kept pace with the advent of excellent mobile phones, and I always take mine with me. Last week, I heard someone howling and crying in pain, and found my neighbour in a ditch, with his young labrador charging around him. It was going dark, he hadn't brought his phone, but we used mine and called his wife, who came to the rescue.
I also have a spray that squirts invisible dye, that shines up purple if tested. It makes an awful squealing noise when squirted. My husband bought it for me after I was followed by a naked man one summer morning about 8.15 am on our local park. Very unpleasant experience. I dialled 999 when I realised he wasn't content with just standing and scaring me, but was actually following me. The police were brilliant - and the local dog walking community women began to walk as a group for a while afterwards.
The joys and terrors of walking eh.