Those of you who follow this post. Will know that one of my biggest soap box rants is the lack of public transport in rural areas. It really makes my blood boil that we have no bloody buses. There you are. I'm even swearing now. Anyway I have decided to get myself fit and WALK everywhere. Well at least four miles a day any way. I started my fitness regime on Thursday. One walked seven and half miles along road, moor and mountain. Then I washed it down with four cans of stout and I have never felt so good in donkey years. The experts on the old T'web and T internet (that's for the Lancashire and Yorkshire readers like myself) reckon walking is good for your eyesight and depression (sounds like me) and your brain releases the endorphins that make you happy and feel good. Yesterday I cycled (walked up a hill) four miles and today I rode four miles on my exercise bike listening to some good old heavy rock music. I also walked to see my big cattle: Toffee, Lucy Black and Yankee (he was born on the 4th of July).
Here's a much better version for you.
|"Shall we sing that Star of the County Down Song?"|
"Well we do have Bantry Bay in the background don't we?"