It’s tough to stay away from the Olympics on TV. Yesterday on a fabulous still and warm afternoon I managed to break my TV watching addiction by going for a walk.
The walk was to nowhere exciting, just a visit into Folly Bog. It’s so different from the frenetic action at the Olympics, to watch the birds, enjoy the stillness, look at some of the bog plants, and to also attempt to cross from one side of the bog to the other. One day I might do it, in a long dry spell. But the springs on Chobham Ridges are still disgorging plenty of water, making it a challenge.
Oh, and no, I still haven’t found that path. I visited the bog via the fence line of the Ranges.