It was almost 60 degrees here Sunday and the respite from the damp and windy cold of an English winter was most welcome.
Matt and I have taken to going on walks on the weekends, although unlike our British neighbors who trek out rain or shine, we mostly stick with shine. Cold we can bear, but Americans don’t embrace the rain the way the Brits do.
Yesterday, though. So good.
We figure out a lot of our plans for the future while we’re walking. Lots of parenting discussions and chats about selling our house and where we want to live when we move back to America in the summer and where we still want to travel before we leave Europe. Long term plans about work and retirement and bucket list dreams get sorted out on these long walks.
This little church is just over two miles from our house. We walk there and then turn around most days, although sometimes we keep going.
It’s enough to get to walk and talk without distractions and phones and kids and chores, but when you get to do it on a sunny warm day at the end of January when the air smells like spring might actually be on the way, it’s just that much better.
(Spring is NOT on the way in England, but it’s nice to pretend for an afternoon. It’s back to freezing today.)