We let our walks slip towards the end of last time. I think it was probably inevitable – first-term exhaustion, miserable weather, the dark evenings. But we’re starting the new term armed with good intentions and it was great to get back into the routine of walking the school run rather than driving it.
I looked at mud, and lots of it. A long stretch of our walk was pretty much underwater. So it was a good job we were all in wellies – and watching Fonz hitch his trousers up past his knees to tramp through the bog was pretty funny.
I listened to the birds singing. Hurrah for being outside! I may have to admit to checking out a couple of Serial spin-off podcasts, too. I just can’t quite get over the first series being over.
I pondered how much more relaxed I feel when I don’t have any pending work deadlines. I’m determined to appreciate it while it lasts.