Despite being born and raised in a rural area, surrounded by greenery and rugged countryside, it is only over the last couple of years that Mrs Jones and I have started hill walking. Striving for buttocks like iron girders and thighs of chiselled steal, each weekend (except for those times when I can’t be arsed) I tramp the peaks and dales of my locality.
|Mrs Jones in the hills of Lancashire, UK|
I've always thought it a shame no one sees the first posts of a great blogger! So I always endeavour to go back and read the early entries. Great observations on aging!! It is rather astounding when you start to crave tea - or any other liquid without alcohol for that matter! Your blog is giving me such entertainment as my family makes the trek from Montreal back to Toronto. About a 6 hour drive. Just thought I'd throw that in there for fear you think I am a stalker!ReplyDelete
Have a safe journey to Toronto, Pam.ReplyDelete
Wishing you a happy New Year.