This post follows on from my last post about my love of walking and tramping the fields.
Unfortunately, here in UK the Oil Seed Rape is in full bloom at the moment and next to some of the footpaths I gaily tramp along. It may look gloriously sunny and bright; but it absolutely stinks!. As an asthmatic it also makes me wheeze rather badly, makes my lips go numb and leaves a nasty taste in the mouth from the fumes..it really is truly awful. I, like many, many others suffer from the dreaded "Oil Seed Rape Allergy Syndrome"
So, for my daily walk I take to the streets instead. Today my walk was 3.86 miles long according to my little gadget that measures my distance for me. Am not in the least bit interested how many steps I have attained throughout the day but do like to keep a log of my mileage! My son bought me this gizmo twenty three years ago, still going strong, just an annual battery change is need.
For many people, the thought never seems to occur that the urban environment is a great place for walking. When "walking" pops up in the media or in conversation it always seems to refer to walking in the countryside away from the traffic fumes and into a place of peace and quiet, gentle birdsong and clear running streams...uhmmm...not at this time of year it isn't. DO they realise how incredibly noisy the countryside is? Of course, it is nice to get away out into the countryside, with it's muddy paths, locked gates, dog fouling and piles of litter in the river. Recently a nesting pair of Swans I had been watching closely on my regular walk were callously shot by youths, just for the fun of it.
My early walking the streets this morning has taken me round in a huge loop, apart from crossing over a Zebra Crossing at the start and end of my walk I kept to the right hand footpath at all times...no dodging the traffic on busy roads to get to the other side.