This morning Mrs F and I headed off to Marsworth Reservoir on the way to Tring. After a false start (I went up the wrong road leading out of Markyate) we finally got where we wanted to be. And it was cold. Very cold. But we got our hats and gloves on anyway and had a ramble. The walk took us along the canal path and then round by the reservoir, up a road and back around another reservoir before returning to the car park. Again, we had a few mis-turns and double-backs but an outing with Mrs F wouldn’t be the same without some of those.
A cup of tea and a rummage at a local farm shop finished the morning off nicely. Back home I thought about doing some washing, but decided against it. I thought about hoovering, but decided against it. Instead, I did some knitting and watched a film. Very lazy and self-indulgent. But that’s just the way I roll.