I knew yesterday when I thought about walking Winter Hill that the forecast wasn't the best but a part of me kept two fingers crossed hoping that it might change, it didn't. Dealing with grief doesn't come easy to me, I guess it doesn't to anyone because we are all affected differently aren't we.
I'm not good at the best of times at staying in the house I need to keep myself occupied hence why I chose to walk this afternoon in visibility so low at times I was unable to see the end of my nose but being outside for me helps and the low cloud, well, that actually made the walk and enabled me to do some thinking while slurping over the moorland. |