If I do the same walk over and over my brain tells me it’s boring, I’ve seen it all a thousand times. But this isn’t true. The walk is different every time. I’m different every time.

At this time of year of course it’s in your face different with the explosion of greenery on the trees and bushes, all the blossom, the wildflowers.

The whole walk is utterly fascinating if I just open my eyes. And getting disgruntled about the perceived need to go further to find new walks is bizarre.