On Sundays, we walk. Or at least, these past two Sundays we have. We were actually supposed to go camping over the weekend, but stress and fatigue levels from the week got the better of us so we decided to stay in Manchester instead.
We didn’t want the weekend to pass us by without a bit of adventure however, so we went on this walk.
I forget how close we are to nature sometimes. It’s easy to get lost in the haze of the city, but a short 25 minute drive away found us surrounded by lush heather and only sheep for company. It rained the whole time we were out, but it was a satisfying rain. Cleansing, almost.