Like most people who ate more than was good for them at Christmas —

I feel the need to walk it off —

Don’t know what Fiona at Braco Cafe puts in her coffee but there was no stopping me today —

Loki n I found a rare place to park on the roadside —

and we were off across the moors like a couple of jack rabbits —

Or at least one of us was —

but I had no excuse while wearing my German built size twelve boots which I had eventually found hiding in a cupboard after weeks of searching —

I have had the urge to walk the couple of rough miles in the hope of seeing the river on the far side of the moor —

and today —

I managed it —

fueled by two cups of Fiona’s coffee and a bacon butty —

Loki makes a good depth guage and I could have crossed there with him —-

but ever mindful of the return trudge I decided we had gone far enough and turned for home —
