Take a hike*

I've taken up hiking. Walking, as we all know, kicks a LOT of ass; I've been interested in it since the age of about 10-14 months but recently I've decided to kick that up a notch and enter the land of hiking. My brother and father are already avid fans but as they have beards and like ale it kind of goes with the club membership anyway. I do not have a beard (yet), nor do I sup ale (I've tried you guys, and however unhip it may make me, malibu and diet coke will always taste better to my tasting buds. It's like liquid jelly beans! There is nothing wrong with that except for how delicious it is. Proper cider is acceptable for when I'm trying to hide my girly girl 'I'm a total girl' status) but I do like walking. And hiking is basically walking but with studier boots, more countryside, and Kendal Mint cake (which isn't actually even a cake! Who knew? You did? Well aren't you just Professor Glucose-based Confectionery Items at George Romney's University?).

Anyway, walking is awesome. I will always prefer walking to any other mode of transportation. Buses are stinky, cars are oftentimes stressful, trains are pretty good for catching up on your reading but you're not always guaranteed you won't find yourself in a carriage with hooded youths who think Red Stripe and swearing loudly are the very height of sophistication (one memorable encounter with such a subset of the human race involved them shouting 'get your rat out' to every young lady who passed their carriage whenever we stopped at a platform. It was nice in the sense that it was the opposite of nice). When faced with the opportunity to walk I will always take it. Unless I have to carry something heavy in which case, can you take it? My arms are tired. Oh fine, I'll get the car then.

I will say, on my first outing last weekend that there are probably not many hikers who go out in their black wooly tights, black sweater dress (like a Christian preacher caught shagging rent boys I was once evangelical in my disdain for sweater dresses, now I love them so much I rarely want to wear anything else), and b-52's badges. I didn't see any at any rate. In my chunky black hiker boots I felt very 'Smashing Pumpkins fan circa 1993' which is never a bad thing.

However, this is all preamble to show you what I saw. Some marrows on a tree stump. I'll just leave them there in case you fancy having some later.


*Lots Of Love right there