Yes, it’s most awfully tough. So much so that, sometimes, when the kids are safely at school, and sensible people are at the office, I just HAVE to go out for a walk with my friend, Marie. In the Cotswolds. On our own. In all that countryside.
Particularly the path between Stanton and Stanway. Gruelling, just gruelling.
It gets even tougher when you finally reach Stanway House.
And it’s not sunny vistas the whole way, y’know. You have to go through woods carpeted with wild garlic.
Well someone’s got to do it. Those hills won’t walk themselves.