Last week I managed to walk six miles or so.

This Tuesday I walked three miles along the canal.

My God it was warm and how thirsty I was at the end!

I went straight to the pub for a pint, to rest and reflect.

One hour and fifteen minutes to walk three and a bit miles.

And here at the bar, by my side was a man in a wheelchair.

He had had both legs amputated below the knee.

This Wednesday I went for a walk of a mile and a half.

Serenaded by birdsong in the cool shade of the trees.

Sometimes we need to swallow our pride, not fear failure.

There are people young and old who depend on me.

Today I will do my duty towards myself.

I’ll be walking ten miles very slowly along the road.

I can catch a bus if need be, there’s plenty on Fridays.

Who cares if it rains-I’m not going to bloody well melt!

Just think how glorious that amber nectar will taste!

I’ve lost a few of my marbles, but I still have my legs.

When my knees start seizing up, I’ll be reminded of that!