6 April 2015
On Bank Holiday Monday, when Commando suggested going for a walk, you could have knocked me down with a hummingbird feather. Commando is a confirmed runner and, while he understands my love of walking, he doesn’t share it. It’s all too slow and sedate for him and he gets cross when I keep stopping to take photos.
“We could drive out to Lymington,” he said.
I was already getting my coat so I wasn’t sure I’d heard him properly. I hoped I had though because Lymington has been on my list of places to visit for a long time. The only reason I hadn’t already been was the appalling bus and train service. Continue reading Bank holidays, salterns and walking with Commando