How I remember this from my walking days, and how I wish I could still walk like that. Its not just the walking, its the removing of boots, the sitting on benches, the silence of good company and the conversation of good people. Thanks for reminding me, I had forgotten how wonderful it was.
Hi Martin. Thanks for dropping by and for leaving a comment. Pleased this little piece reminded you of so much. There's nothing like taking your boots off at the end of a great walk and having a beer in the pub!!
We're in the country, but sadly, all the pubs are in town, so no muddy boots to speak of. Your choice of "clods" is perfect!
So let me get this; you go into the Nottingham chemists and exit via a pub?!And I hope you didn't actually call the folk on the bench "clods" to their faces!
Hi Kat. Thanks for dropping by and for leaving a comment. Shame there isn't a pub near you. Many to choose from here in the town, but I think I like the country ones better.Hi Gordon. Only in Nottingham?!! I went there by mistake once, but not through a door from the chemists. I got on a train going the wrong way. Anyway, who are you calling an old clod??
How perfect! Left me with a smile.No pubs here, so to speak, but plenty of saloons still and plenty of clods.
Hi Judith. Thanks for dropping, for leaving a comment and for deciding to follow Inkhaven!! Pleased this made you smile. Now I'm smiling as well at the thought of us having saloons instead of pubs!! Guess the clods are the same wherever you go.
I protest! To be fair I didn't say 'old'!!
Hi Gordon. Protest accepted. Shall I meet you in that pub called the Nottingham chemist?
I smiled at this and remembered.
Hi Fiona. Thanks. Pleased it made you smile and remember.
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