Midland blues
I spent the weekend in the midlands, doing some walking with my Mum and her walking group. Sunday was a real scorcher and we had a long walk by the river Barrow. More a trudge really., with only the odd river cruiser negotiating the locks for company. Like all walks, it turned out to be at least an hour longer than planned. What I mainly took out of it is that there is a big difference between walking up a mountain and walking along a river - one stretch along a river is much like another and you think it’s never going to end.
Another thing that ocurred to me as we trudged along is that there are land people and sea people. On a hot day, I’d far rather be on the sea, and get quite frustrated inland. Somehow those small, dusty towns are worse in the sun. To me, it doesn’t really matter if you’re sailing, windsurfing, surfing or whatever. If you like the sea, that’s where you need to be. Luckily, I live in a village by the sea!
Which reminds me, I must buy a dinghy this summer. I keep putting it off, as I travel a lot in summer. Last year, I had a nice windsurfer I got great use out of, until someone stole the board out of my garden. Now it looks like I’ll need a whole new rig. Thanks, pal.
After the long walk, there was a deafening country n western band playing in the hotel. Yippe I-ay etc, at full decibels. This seems to be a permanent feature of hotels in the midlands, I wonder why. Something to do with farmers and cowboys? Strange.
