A tale of three walks

For some time now my Christmas tradition is to avoid it as much as possible – and one aspect of that is to head off somewhere for a walk on December 25th. This benefits me because obviously it’s a good walk, but it also gets me away from, well, everything. As someone with a dislike for Christmas, the constant onslaught of it – TV, radio, online, everywhere – drives me nuts.

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Putting on the old walking boots again

Or, in fact, forgetting to put them on. Something I used to do on a semi-regular basis was to wander off for a short hike – usually somewhere within a reasonably easy drive of home, such as the Brecon Beacons or down towards Wiltshire. If I was heading off for the weekend, I’d go somewhere further such as Dartmoor, and if I was off for a little longer I’d likely head towards the Cornish coast or to the Lake District.

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