Thinking I wouldn’t be out walking for a while, I planned to write a post about Virtual Walking. I may still do so. But, no, I’ve just returned from a few miles of real walking around the village. 

  My right shoulder is patched up and in a sling for 4 to 6 weeks. The postoperative pain is easing. In the past, I would have struggled to write with my left hand; these days, I can take to the keyboard, no matter how clumsily. Apparently, the standard of handwriting among schoolchildren is deteriorating due to the use of digital keypads.  No doubt their spelling has taken a nosedive, too. 

  I take a phonecall from JD enquiring about my well-being. I reassure him I’m fine. “In that case, would you like to go for a walk?”  I jump at his offer. Fair enough, he has to tie my shoelaces and help me with a jacket before we set off. Somehow, that reminds me of a line from Bob Dylan’s Tangled Up in Blue song.

  I must admit I felt a little uneasy                                                                                                            When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe.

  One of the finest songs he has written, so let’s listen to the rest of it. 

  All of which has nothing to do with JD or today’s walk.

  We take to the new estate and weave our way, complaining about the blandness of the housing and the hedgehog-unfriendly, all-encompassing wooden fences. When they were being built, I wrote to Barretts about this environmental faux pas – they obviously took no notice of me. We escape alongside a well-known budget supermarket and head down a once green lane. Industrial estates are bypassed to emerge on a much older housing estate, which has fared well over the decades. 

  I was wondering how to incorporate this walk into my 52 Ways to Walk series. Walk Alone or Walk Barefoot don’t fit; you will have to wait for them. It so happens we chose one of the sunniest afternoons of this up to now dismal year. The temperature must have been in the teens, and one could feel the sunon your cheeks. So let’s choose ‘Walk in Sunshine’. 

  We all now know about the link between sunshine, UV rays, vitamin D production, and the benefits it brings to our immune system. It is now thought that sunshine itself acts on our immune systems, independent of vitamin D. For us living in the northern hemisphere, where sunlight is in short supply, SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) is a well-known affliction in the winter months. Sunlight plays an important role in setting our circadian rhythms. So a walk in the sunshine does make us feel good, and it certainly does today. I used to spend a good deal of the winter months climbing and walking in sunnier climes, and I’m sure it contributed to my ongoing long-term general fitness. Time will tell. Of course, one must be aware of the dangers of excessive UV light and take precautions to prevent skin damage. Tangled up in Sun. 

  We walk on and take a newly constructed path along the edge of another housing estate, which offers splendid views over the Alston reservoirs. I can’t take photos with one hand, so I will have to return here soon to illustrate the views that some of the luckier houses enjoy. 

  As we pass through the centre of the village, our pace is interrupted by the acquaintances we meet and greet. Between us, we seem to know a lot of people, the advantage of village life as it once was. But now, with all those extra hundreds of houses in the estates I’ve mentioned, there are far more ‘strangers’ in town. 

  An unexpected Walk in the Sunshine thanks to JD. A bonus in February and a definite boost to my recovery. I can start planning some of those British Pilgrimage walks I have in store for this year.