Our place is at the top of the street. It's a cul-de-sac so that means if I go walking from home I have to finish with a steep uphill climb. That's not my preferred option, I'd rather finish with a nice downhill cruise.
Inside every f.a.t girl there's a skinny girl and a whole lot of chocolate; this blog is dedicated to my erratic attempts to set the skinny girl free (consisting mainly of walking up hills, and stopping to look at things along the way.)
Occasionally, I may rant.
Wednesday, 5 November 2003
This morning I was just going to go for a short walk, because I'll be doing more walking tonight when I catch the train into town to see the fireworks. I thought half an hour would do... but the thing about walking up hills is that you want to keep going higher, because you can. So I ended up spending about an hour, and I found an empty section where I could look down on the street where I live. It's not a very good picture so that'll be the last time I use "basic" quality on my camera.

Our place is at the top of the street. It's a cul-de-sac so that means if I go walking from home I have to finish with a steep uphill climb. That's not my preferred option, I'd rather finish with a nice downhill cruise.
Our place is at the top of the street. It's a cul-de-sac so that means if I go walking from home I have to finish with a steep uphill climb. That's not my preferred option, I'd rather finish with a nice downhill cruise.
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