At the moment I'm on a roll; I am reaching my step count most days (having adjusted it to something more attainable) and going for a walk most days.
Here's where I went today:
Like everyone on this side of our road, we have a back gate giving access onto a network of footpaths and public open space. Access to some of it has been under threat while the council tried to persuade us all that putting several thousand houses on the council owned golf course bordering this space was in everyone's best interests but for the moment the land is saved.
We have deliberately created a concealed access, so most people waking, jogging or cycling past wouldn't notice it; we have surprised a few as we suddenly appear from the thick undergrowth. First you make your way along the top of the bank, near the fence and ducking beneath the hedge
then you cautiously push through the branches and brambles, clinging on to the branches to descends a slope that becomes slippery after rain
and emerge, blinking in the strong afternoon sun.
You can see the gully is 2-3 metres (7-10 feet) with the sweet little stream meandering through. When the children were young we used to wade upstream as far as we could, pushing through obstacles, scrambling up the banks. Don't be fooled by the tranquillity; every Winter, when there's been enough rain, the stream becomes a broad, dangerous, turbulent, fast-flowing river, rising up and over the banks in a matter of hours and flooding right across the cycleway you saw at the beginning.
The run-off from building one thousand houses on the golf course would all have down come this way, choking the bridge downstream, roiling up over the main road and into the houses along the way.
We've a few months yet before we'll wake to that sight again.
1500 steps, just under three-quarters of a mile. Sorry, i should have written 1.13 km.