Did an 11-miler yesterday anticlockwise around Upper Derwent Reservoir, having done it clockwise many years earlier. Owing to an horrific motorway closure on the M18 I arrived nearly 2-hours late and my poor walking buddy understandably cried off. But I had a glorious solitary walk which was wonderfully healing in the Hippocratic tradition: walking is the best medicine. Having walked up to the Slippery Stones Pack Horse bridge for my lunch, and in the heat of the day, I took my walking socks off and bathed my feet in the cool running waters of a secluded spot by Bull Clough, which was incredibly refreshing.
