Walking

I live in the centre of a city but try to walk round the town moor, which is close to where I live, two or three times a week. At this time of the year the cows are brought back  to graze on the moor and I love seeing hundreds of them in the middle of this green lung in the city. I also love being amongst the many other walkers, cyclists, joggers and commuters who walk across the moor early in the morning. I try and pretend it is a bit  like Central Park. With  broad beans and peas poking through on the allotment it feels as though summer is coming.