Friday, 29 December 2017

In her stride

“Where is the woodland walk?” she asked as the four of them got up from their table to leave (two toasted teacakes, unbuttered, to share, plus hot drinks).
I suggested they set off to the English Heritage Visitor Centre the way they’d come and the various walks would be sign-posted.
“Are there any more walks?” she said, “I have to up my number of steps. My friend here has done a thousand more than me.”
I suggested she take a tour of our garden, past the former tennis court, following the walled garden.
Surely a thousand steps, there? No idea; never counted.
A job for a quiet day perhaps.

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