We are lakeside, on the University of York campus. I love walking and swing along at a naturally brisk pace, although I do slow down when I go for a weekly walk with my friend. She is 15 years further on than I am but very active, litter-picking most days to keep our neighbourhood looking pretty. But that’s a dance, isn’t it?
What a lot we have learned about staying two metres apart on pavements, whilst skilfully manoeuvring past others coming towards us, and still managing to hold a (just) audible conversation. Now it seems that my friend and I can take a more leisurely stroll, perhaps even arm-in-arm.
When out with another walking friend, he complains that I gallop apace. “If I got another dog, then I’d walk more often.”
“A dog!” I laugh, in retaliation. “You’d be better off walking a tortoise.”