Walk with me Nov. 3, 2006

‘Doc I can’t stop singing The Green, Green Grass of Home’
“That sounds like Tom Jones syndrome.”
‘Is it common?’
“It’s not unusual”

Today I was scratching my head over which walk I should take. Whereas in summertime I could choose to walk home the 7 miles by a variety of ways, now with summer gone and with it the light evenings after work, I am left to walk at lunchtime, during a break from the gallery. Again, I am spoilt for choice. Should I go via the church and the park and up Loughrigg to look over Lake Windermere, the Langdales and in the other direction the Fairfield Horseshoe? I could even walk up its lower slopes. I could walk along ‘the Coffin Run’ to Grasmere. Get some ginger-bread and come back. I could simply muse in the sun, by Rydal Water.
Back at the gallery a couple who came in earlier, quite agitated, are now a picture of serenity having taken the cure : a walk up a Lakeland Fell on a beautiful day.