It’s my birthday… my age is… what I was last year +1. But I don’t feel older. Perhaps I should be getting myself measured up for carpet slippers and a cardigan? No, now is the time to become young, confound your family and enjoy life. I travel. I work on the road and I have fun. Sometimes I feel that having fun is a concept that people get upset by. It’s OK when you are young, that’s what life is for, but when you get to the other end of life… It’s time to be serious and see yourself in the great scheme of things, finished, over the hill… OK rant over with, time to get on enjoying my birthday
I had a fabulous day in Winchester in Hampshire, just south west of London. It’s one of those perfect English days with a clear blue sky and crisp chilly air. Just right for putting on your warm coat and walking boots and striding off across the Downs. The countryside is beautiful rolling hills. They are farmed and they have rough heathland and woods on them. So we wnt out for a 2 hour walk through this fabulous countryside. We strode along muddy paths, slipped in brackish puddles and had a wonderful experience. There were views across to The Isle of Wight and all around from the high position we were in.
Towards the end we stopped to look inside a lovely old 12th Century Church. It serves a small community, there are only 50 people on the electoral roll in the parish, but it is still beautifully kept. It is lit, still, by gas lighting and retains the feel of an old, loved building.
Back home for much needed glass of red wine and a gossip in front of the log fire. Can life get any more perfect.





