The long goodbye

It wouldn’t be Friday if I didn’t disappear late morning with the intention of dropping in for a swift one. You can only take so many packing cases. Truth to tell, half of my time is spent sorting through junk, chuckling at stuff I’d long forgotten existed. In the end I gave the Dog & Duck a body swerve and took to the hills, on what may well be my final solitary walk hereabouts. Next week looks to be a busy one. Whilst I’ll miss the well trodden tracks, we are moving inside the National Park boundary. No more driving in order to walk, just straight out the door and along a bridle path to the open moor. The broadband speed may be prehistoric, but I have my shed.