As a kid, the words ‘go for a walk’ always filled me with dread. Boring! What could be more boring than A WALK?!
What I didn’t realise, is that my parents had instilled something in me. A love of walks.
Now I’m the one dragging my kids out for walks and they’re the ones moaning. But the moaning soon stops when they get outside. They love being able to run and race each other. They love stopping to look at things – even things they’ve seen 100s of times before. They love the chance to talk about nature, wildlife and the changing seasons. They love chatting to each other and to me about anything and everything.
They even love shouting ‘Mind the dog poo!’
Sometimes they cheat and they cycle or scoot rather than walk, but my younger son usually chooses to just walk along with me chatting. He talks non-stop. If I’m lucky it’s about school and football and his friends, if I’m unlucky it’s his latest computer game obsession. He can do an hour long monolgue and hardly take a breath.
I think we’re unusual in that we don’t ever walk anywhere adventurous. We don’t go on long hikes, we just go out around the local area for a mile or two. We have a country lane that leads to a level crossing. Sometimes we cross over it and walk a bit further, sometimes we just turn around. If we need a bit of shopping, we walk to the retail park, which is a mile and a half round trip. Although part of it is by a scary 60mph road. They even like to do a circuit of the nearby industrial estate.
These pictures were taken yesterday on a VERY cold walk/ scoot. I had a very long monologue conversation about a zombie game on the iPad.
In the summer, there are a couple of walks across the fields, which feel more exciting. I don’t think we went across those fields once last year. Damn you, British weather!
I have to have a walk (or a run) every single day. Otherwise I would go stir crazy. We all would, whether the kids believe it or not.