I don’t know whether this is purely an Eggleton tradition, but the festive period always results in numerous family walks. Judging by the army of fellow strollers that littered Windsor Great Park yesterday, I would hazard a guess that we are not alone in this seasonal activity. I believe there are various factors at play…..Everyone is feeling a tad weighty after gorging pretty much 24/7 on the conveyer belt of Xmas foodie delights. We are all feeling doubly guilty that there has been no physical activity to counteract the excessive eating, having spent a ridiculous amount of time festering on the sofa watching Christmas TV. The forced period of family-time has made the house feel increasingly small (the walls are actually closing in on you) and a walk in the fresh air feels like the only way of avoiding a monumental bust-up.
Windsor is a stunning destination for a walk – even when the hot Polo players are not out at play.
We are so lucky to be so close to somewhere where we can not only enjoy a beautiful view of a majestic castle, but be within in meters of equally majestic Stags – I was half hoping to hear the voice of Fenton’s owner shouting ‘Jesus Christ!”. This particular walk was catapulted to top notch status by a brief stop by the Windsor park shop to pick up some Maltesers – we figured we’d need energy to fuel our lengthy trek – and meeting various beautiful canines, my favourite being Jason. Yes,he was really called Jason. He was a lab, so I presume his blonde mane reminded of the legend that is The Donavon.
I took some pictures on my phone.. not the best quality but you get the idea…
P.S If you are feeling stressed but can’t be bothered to trash the treadmill, a walk is great for the mind. That said,I joined the gym two days ago… This deserves a post in itself. I will update you on my progress shortly!
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. – John Muir
Make your feet your friend. – J.M. Barrie
grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She’s
ninety-three today and we don’t know where the hell she is. – Ellen
The best remedy for a short temper is a long walk. – Jacqueline Schiff
If I could not walk far and fast, I think I should just explode and perish. – Charles Dickens
true charm of pedestrianism does not lie in the walking, or in the
scenery, but in the talking. The walking is good to time the movement
of the tongue by, and to keep the blood and the brain stirred up and
active; the scenery and the woodsy smells are good to bear in upon a man
an unconscious and unobtrusive charm and solace to eye and soul and
sense; but the supreme pleasure comes from the talk. – Mark Twain
After a day’s walk everything has twice its usual value. – George Macauley Trevelyan
Feet don’t fail me now
Take me to the finish line
All my heart, it breaks every step that I take
But I’m hoping that the gates,
They’ll tell me that you’re mine
Walking through the city streets
Is it by mistake or design?
I feel so alone on a Friday night
Can you make it feel like home, if I tell you you’re mine
It’s like I told you honey
– Lana Del Ray
My father considered a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of churchgoing. -Aldous Huxley
If you are seeking creative ideas, go out walking. Angels whisper to a man when he goes for a walk. – Raymond Inmon
vigorous five-mile walk will do more good for an unhappy but otherwise
healthy adult than all the medicine and psychology in the world. ~Paul
To walk three miles, or four miles, or five miles, or whatever it is,
above her ankles in dirt, and alone, quite alone! what could she mean by
it? It seems to me to shew an abominable sort of conceited
independence, a most country-town indifference to decorum. – Caroline
I’m a slow walker, but I never walk back – Abraham Lincoln
All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking – Friedrich Nietzsche