At times I'm astonished at my own ridiculousness. We used to walk to the local parks and shops all the time. When Felix was just a wee babe, I would pop him in the carrier, take the pram for Angus and off we'd go. Then somewhere between the onset of cooler weather and the convenience of bundling two boys into the car, rather than wrangling them on foot, the walks ceased. Though 6 months on, Angus' enthusiasm and stamina for hitting the pavement is much greater. So today we broke the drought.
It took a failed attempt at finding a parking spot near one of our favourite local parks to make me realise... we didn't need to drive in the first place. So feeling a bit of a dill, I cut round through the back streets to our place, parked the car, grabbed the pram, bag, jackets and started again. A nice, leisurely, Winter stroll. We wandered past the old fire station, the bowling club, the primary school and down the tree lined path, to the sun filled playground. Taking it all in as we cruised.
It's not always easy to get out of the house and meander. So often we have appointments to get to or people to meet or we're simply heading too far from home to walk. Though this morning was a perfect reminder that I need to reinvigorate our lust for walking locally again. Slow down the pace and savour the things we miss, when we're zooming past in the car.