For as long as I can remember I have been pursued by wanderlust, pulling me gently away by the hair..
However this past year I have been forced to be thankful for the beauty of where I live and every day I try to walk, whether through sun, rain, mud or snow. Today was the hardest walk of them all. From Hastings old town through Ecclesbourne Glen to the rocky beaches only accessible by precipitous paths on foot. It was the most challenging walk, although the sun was beautiful, the air blessedly cool with no wind at all. The mud made it even harder on the incrediby steep rocky paths, trying to navigate in wellies. Pretty humbling. At times I felt defeated, but it was so worth it when I climbed that final hill and threw myself on the grass just before the sun went down.