Country diary: A winter walk means only one thing - mud | Man in the Woods

Dursley, Gloucestershire: We have to embrace these darker months and get outside, but there's also only so much wind and sludge I can takeWinter is tiring. The footpath is a gully of slop, and each step forwards is a little slip backwards. The north-facing slope was OK - the frost hadn't been thawed by the sun, and crunchy ground is better than slippy ground. But the rest of Gloucestershire has turned into slurry.It's just as well that I enjoy it; I do this every week. For the last seven years I've been going out on a Friday, taking some combination of buses and trains to wherever the previous walk ended, and continuing. My Friday walk is a single tangly line stretching from Birmingham to Dorset, and the Malverns to the M25, and I go whatever the weather. Continue reading...