It would be fair to say I’m no hiking enthusiast, however I am certainly a fan of getting out in the fresh air and having a good old route march in a forest, in fact I think its in my bones!
I crave fresh air and great scenery and this time of year I love the fact we live in an area surrounded by countryside and forests, we are so very lucky.
However I am missing long walks and fresh air with being heavily pregnant and in excruciating pain with SPD, walking to the toilet is enough to have me gasping for breath and crying in pain.
This time of year we normally tend to go on family route marches starting in the week between Christmas and New Year and continue them well into the spring but this year I am missing them beyond belief.
I want to crunch my way through a forest, discovering squirrels and plodding through muddy puddles or even crunchy snow.
I miss playing pooh sticks and finding walking sticks from large branches and finding fungus on the rotting trees that couldn’t hold on over the winter winds.
Fish and Chips are being missed too as we missed our annual January jaunt to Matlock and our parents outing to Bakewell.
The only joy I am taking right now out of being unable to get out and about is the fact that on our next adventure once my wound from my section has heeled will be that I can route march with my family including the pram and the youngest Oliver.
Teaching him from the start of the beauty we are surrounded by and never taking it for granted, not even in the rain!
I may have missed the fresh winter air but roll on the spring and the new season and many family walks to come and who knows maybe even a picnic or three.