In a few days time, my wife and I are heading across the pond to visit our family in the U.S of A. To some extent, the timing of the journey was influenced by birthdays and anniversaries. However, another factor was that Lloyd has a gig in New York, next week; so, we're going to spend three or four days there before heading up to New England.
I like New York. The last time I was there was when Lloyd and his son, William, appeared at a Mark Bolan tribute concert in Central Park and I stayed with friends of theirs in Brooklyn. One of the highlights, from my point of view, was walking across the bridge into Manhattan.
Speaking of walking (and that's what this particular blog is supposed to be about) in anticipating the trip, I probably haven't been doing as much as I ought to, recently. So, since this morning was nice and sunny, I dug out my walking boots, waist belt, jacket, scarf and favourite walking stick before heading off........
..............into the Surrey Hills.
Since retiring, I've categorised the walks I undertake - and today's was a Grade 2. That means it was fairly evenly divided between tarmacadam lanes and off-road paths and bridleways. It took a little over an hour and, as is usually the case, the more I perspired, the more items of clothing I removed - wrapping them around my waist as I did so........
