The sky was a bright, clear blue for most of the day - cold though. The sort of day where you feel you could walk forever - as long as you had stout boots, a hat, gloves and scarf.
I'm a bit annoyed that I felt so rough in the week that I didn't get a chance to have a walk in the Forest in the snow.
Mind you, the last time I went for a walk with my husband he took me miles, which hurt my dodgy hip so much I couldn't do anything else for a couple of days.
How did people in the past manage I wonder? I suppose most didn't grow old, so it didn't matter.
(Not that I'm that old she said hurriedly. I'm 57 ..... oh gawd, that's OLD! :-)