great old pub with the mysterious/sinister well. You can also see a picture of the windmill here. I thought about it today and I discovered that I haven't done that in a while: having a long walk in the middle of nowhere.
I love talking walks, whether it is in town, in a city I love or in the woods. These days I don't take evening walks, maybe it is because of the season and because my work leaves me tired in the evening, but I don't take day walks much either. I should discipline myself and be a bit more active. I could make up for it by taking a real long walk in a place I don't know or know little. This is what I really long for: a long walk in the British countryside, on a crisp cold day. Going up a hill, then down the hill, then stop in a local pub (hopefully a rustic one), drink some real ale and have a hearty meal and walk some more. There is something about going to a place you don't know about, especially when it is remote and not spoiled by the presence of tourists (which you are not, as you know of this place and tourists don't). I don't make enough of this country's nowhere I think.
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