The Wind Farm in Summer
One of the consequences of being obsessed with my Fitbit (because, did I mention I’m still obsessed with my Fitbit? I am still obsessed with my Fitbit.) is that it’s changed my attitude towards certain things.
So, if I’ve just walked aaalll the way up to the top of the house from the bottom of the house, say, only to discover that I’ve forgotten the thing I went downstairs for in the first place (because I am going prematurely senile, obviously…), instead of cursing loudly and wishing Rubin could be trusted to fetch food without eating it, I’ll be all, “Oh well: more steps!” And if Terry suggests we take an 8-mile walk, under the heat of the midday sun, I’ll be all over that. No, really,
OK, NOT really. Eight miles is a bit of an exaggeration, and it wasn’t midday either, but we did walk a good few miles through the wind farm (Which you might remember from my visit to it during the winter, when it was looking a bit different…), and yes, I did it wearing a skirt and a pair of flats. I know a lot of people believe that if you’re going to be doing any walking at all, you need to be all trussed up in hiking boots and waterproofs, and other, similarly overkill-y walking “gear”, but, meh – I did just fine. And I didn’t get any blisters, either, which is the main thing.
This, unfortunately, was the last of the sunny weather we’d been having, and the next day we were back to the rain and cold, so I’m glad we managed to make the most of the sun while we had it: I mean, who knows if/when we’ll see it again?![separator type=”thin”]
WEARING: Primark skirt, River Island top, Next flats, Unique Vintage sunglasses (c/o)[separator type=”thin”]