Shorter than intended

Wednesday 7 Jan: Shortly after I got home again, I heard from a good friend. He’d fallen just before Christmas and broken his hip* – and there I was, thinking I’d given up a bit too readily. I’d parked at the bottom and walked up the quiet lane towards Shirlett, intending to go at least as far as the viewpoint across the vale to the Clee hills. The lane was becoming increasingly icy – seriously slippery in places, and not easily avoided. I could have gone flying, and then realised that a passing car could do the same (there are very few up here, but it would only take one). I turned back, feeling less than intrepid. An hour or so later, I realised I’d been sensible (for once, some might say)…

*unlike me, he wasn’t doing anything foolish or unnecessary…