During some of the treks I've been on recently, it's been amazing to see so much wildlife on display within walking distance of my own house.
On one hike alone, I startled two deer; almost trod on a hare who waited until the last moment before making a break for it; surprised a host of pheasants; and saw buzzards soaring gracefully, crying out in an attempt to scare some prey out from cover.
What isn't so much fun is realising that I have to trudge across an entire field of freshly ploughed earth. The picture on the left is of a field that went on for over a kilometer. It was hard work on the legs, and contributed to my walking boots disintegrating. With sadness, I was forced to recycle them, having walked miles and miles in the them, and to buy a new pair.
One time soldier, part-time author, full-time training manager, husband and father.