I went for an eight miles walk along the road yesterday. I've pulled my back gardening twice in the last week. It's an old injury that plays up now and again. I have discovered over the last few years walking somehow frees the muscles and takes away any toxins. It's like a free outside gymnasium.
I never had any conversations with anybody during my walk. Just a few waves from passing cars and I listened to some classic Heavy Rock on Spotify through my earphones on my mobile phone.
There is a new kind of litter flotsam and jetsam in the verges: the face mask. It's a change from discarded coffee cups and cigarettes and their packets with their horrible photos of smoke damaged lungs. I noticed a county council sign telling people to take their litter home, but I didn't see any litter bins. On a holiday in the Algarve last year. We noticed litter bins everywhere, in the streets, sides of the roads and on the beaches. They even have bins for plastic.
It was a rather hazy autumnal day and it felt very humid and my T shirt was wet though with sweat after the walk. I think it's the waterproof materials in my walking coat that turns me into my own mobile sauna. That's Beara Peninsula over in the distance across the bay.