I can now manage stiles, so my options for walks from home multiply. Let’s visit some of our neighbouring field paths, which I usually have to myself. Given this week’s walking topic, Take a walk dance. Solitude would be an advantage. I’m not the best of dancers.
In March 1599, Will Kemp, a comic actor in Shakespeare’s company. Morris danced from London to Norwich and wrote a book about it called “Nine Daies Wonder”. It took him 23 days. His reasons for this escapade are not clear. 
The reasons for my walk dance are not entirely clear either. Anabelle Streets, in her book, gives us this.
“Dance has been proven to lift mood, improve balance, and boost aerobic fitness. I like to break up my walks with short bursts of dance and wave my arms in the air” All very plausible, adding some playfulness to the activity and boosting our dopamine.
I’m ready to go, although I haven’t decided on my dance step yet.
It’s amazing what you can find on YouTube. I’ve no idea who Su Lee is; she is not the best dancer, but it’s a simple, catchy tune to accompany me as I dance through the fields. Yes, I know I’m far too old for this malarkey.
Out of the village.
Down a green lane.
Open fields and the Longridge.
Bowland View.
Sheep and lambs are bewildered by my antics.
Strange.
I normally walk past this seat, but today, after all the exertions, I was glad to sit and stare at the views and blue sky. My phone ran out of juice, so you will just have to believe me. I’m pretty much out of juice myself; I realise what the last four months have taken out of my life.
You’re never too old to dance BC. I can’t imagine you break dancing but a sedate waltz would probably suit you. I often dance, especially at work when the lads have the radio on in the workshop, in fact I probably do more dancing than working. I hope the various animals and birds appreciated your efforts 😊
Much appreciated Eunice.
At age about 15 my mother insisted I should have dancing lessons. I was sent to Dorothy Braybrooks who catered almost exclusively for posh boys from my Bradford Boys Grammar School and posh girls from Bradford Girls Grammar School, and I was certainly not posh. Boys at one end of the room, girls at the other. “Take your partners” was the instruction. Although I fancied some of the girls I was a trembling fear stricken adolescent and went through agonies. Suffice to say, having left school and being launched into the swinging 60s things in that apartment looked up, but I never did learn to dance.
Similar experience – Boy’s Grammar Schools.
Department.
Ha my ma went to Bradford Girls Grammar. She never mentioned the dancing.
She obviously didn’t meet Sir Hugh.
I missed the dance walk off my list to be honest! Speaking of dance, have you seen this…? https://www.facebook.com/share/v/1GKwFJZkJZ/
There are a few I may need to miss, trying hard at present.
Is the choreography from a film? Class of 2034 – Bradford Grammar School??
I am a complete failure at dancing.
That’s why we like walking.
As Eunice said, you are never too old to dance! I often dance to my Spotify playlist on my long solo walks, usually when I’m blissfully happy in a particular spot and, of course, when no-one is around. 😉
I used to dance with the midges.
I missed this one! I learned latin and ballroom as a teenager to meet girls (it didn’t work) Did it for 20 years but can’t remember a step now. Still fond of (watrching) a bit of Argentine Tango:
https://youtu.be/JaEsttvrXkY
Glad you can handle the stiles now. Progress! You certainly had a nice day for it.
That Tangois an art form.