Sunday Strolling

A late night should have meant a late start, but I was awake relatively early, the weather glorious.

I had errands to do that would take me to Penrith, so with a minor annoyance rattling in the back of my head I decided I'd also hit the pool... I may actually be coming to like it lol.
I'm coming to find a sort of meditation in the counting, the rhythm of breathing, the glide of stroke. I set out with no real intent but as the pool emptied I found myself passing a mile, then 2km and then hypnotically realising that the nice round number of 100 was coming up. 2500m, mind cleared.

I thought of having a paddle next, but the Lake District roads are heaving and, well, I can go whenever. I spun the car round and headed for home, there are beautiful walks quite literally from the gate. I even got some company from Mrs IttH, pulled away from her studies we went for a lovely 10km loop. We wandered through fields and meadows, along lanes and byways, past pools and streams, but this view just stole today's blip.