This time last year and the year before I was planning to go walking in the cold. Last January I went to Yorkshire and camped in the snow and the year before I was up on high street in the Lake District being battered in my tent by a 16 hour storm. On reflection, while such activity may be character building, I am pleased that this year I have decided to wait until end of May, and beginning of June to have a spell under canvas. (Nylon really - but it doesn't have the same ring to it) The photo shows me with my very big head - just a strange angle - and Gill being warm together instead of me hiking off into the cold. This morning it was slippery underfoot as Gill and I walked the dog. We ended up off the beaten track and Gill fell. I was very impressed with the lack of fuss she made. When I fall I try and make a big deal out of it for maximum sympathy. Maybe she just had a soft landing in the brambles. I think I will resolve not to complain so much about aches and pains in 2009. I am sure it is becoming a bit of a bad habit. I wonder how long it will last. I have abandoned my copper bracelet, convincing myself it can't possibly be doing me any good and I am fed up of having a blue wrist. I like this time of year wondering what lies ahead. For now, it's preparation for Sunday, three funerals to contemplate and taking son Tom shopping ready to go back to university.