Thirtieth
Shepherd's Hut at Upper Hurst Farm We have reached the end of April - the thirtieth to be precise. The spring weather here in northern England remains most splendid. A big blue sky and fresh green leaves. No need for a coat or jacket. I had two mugs of tea this morning - neither with sugar. An early lunch of tuna chunks from a can and frozen mixed vegetables heated in the microwave. A glass of tap water and a handful of delicious red grapes from South Africa. Yes - South Africa! More confirmation that we live in a mad world. Then I jumped in Clint's cockpit and set off for Bamford Moor - about five miles away. I had a three mile circular walk in mind. After parking, I donned my walking boots and smeared any exposed skin with Nivea Factor 30 suncream. Then with my stylish faded sunhat on the bonce of your intrepid explorer, I set off. Hurstclough Lane As per usual it felt good to be alive. One foot in front of the other - over and over again - propelling me steadily thr...