Walk Two Hundred and Sixty-Eight – 80mph winds

Clouds scudding across the sky over Pound Farm. I walked up to and past the Bluebell Wood – I didn’t want to risk a branch falling on my head. Sadly Robin’s Christmas present of a mystery date tonight has been cancelled as the performer has been stuck somewhere because of the havoc caused by the gales. I worked out some time ago that he’d bought tickets for an Elvis impersonator and I wanted to see in the intervening time how many Elvis lyrics I could slip into conversation before he realised I’d guessed. I thought I was coming close to getting caught out last night when I left my shoes in front of the bedroom doorway and said as he came in – ‘Don’t tread on my blue suede shoes and would you mind moving them out of the way’.