My daughter and I did this walk on the 22nd March. We arrived in separate cars and kept our self distancing measures in place through out the walk, as did everyone else out on the moor, which oddly enough seemed to consist of Father son and Mother daughter combo’s. Little did we know that this would be our final walk for some time to come.
My daughters NHS service has closed for the duration and she and her team have been redeployed into the firing line so to speak. So this Blog is especially for her to hold onto that memory and wish her luck in the new job.
My other half has lung health problems, so we are in for the long haul of self isolating/sheilding.
He says it is what it is and is much more at ease with it than I am whereas I fluctuate between wanting walkies on the moor, feeling tearful about the whole world and anxious at times for those I care about.
It was a perfect walking day and certainly one to be treasured until we are free to roam again.
A six and a half mile walk which if someone had got their way and stayed on the metal road would have been 9+ !!
So relieved you sometimes give in to your mother, that was the longest walk I had done in a while.