I bought myself a sensible pair of size 10 walking boots the other day.
I decided to try them out in the nearby Malvern Hills, so I parked up the motor, donned my waterproof over-trousers, woolly hat and waterproof windcheater and set off up the pathway to the summit of the Herefordshire Beacon.
Silly old me, I'd only gone a couple of hundred yards when I realised I'd forgotten my Ordnance Survey Map and my packed lunch. I wandered back to the car, retrieved the forgotten items, and then resumed my journey.
After about twenty minutes, I rested for a short while on an old tree stump and ate one of my sandwiches, a rather delicious concoction of wholemeal bread filled with mature cheddar and Branston pickle. I also whipped out my Thermos flask and imbibed of a nice strong cup of black coffee.
After finishing my much needed repast, I once again proceeded onward and upwards. As the pathway became steeper, I found a broken tree branch, which I fashioned into a rudimentary walking crook using my Swiss Army Compass.
After a further hour's hard climbing, I neared the peak, and again much in need of refreshment, I paused to drink some more coffee and eat my other sandwich, a rather tasty bit of Shipphams fish paste and cucumber on white bread.
Once I'd finished my snack, I made my final push on toward the summit, and with a following wind I'm pleased to report that I reached my goal a mere half hour later. To celebrate, I indulged myself in a wee treat and greedily nibbled on a couple of squares of Kendal Mint Cake.
Having taken in the view for a while, I continued my travels by heading down the hill toward the obelisk sited some distance away.
Anyway, I'll leave it there. I'm obviously rambling.