Instead of turning right to walk to the shops, I turn left. It's late afternoon on a beautiful Autumn day. I climb the road up the mountain traveling West. It's lined with crumbling drystone dikes and forest carpeted in golden leaves. I take in the musty earth smells of the forest. I hear birdsong and waterfalls. By climbing, I stop the sun from setting.
Muscles tingle, endorphins caress my mind.
Farmhouses in stone and white wash. Fields of horses, cows and sheep.
Leaving the road, I find the mountain top, and stand in the octagonal brick ruins of a WWII observation turret. Cloud has formed and the setting sun is little more than a slash of orange above the distant mountains.
During the decent, village lights start to twinkle. The twilight adds a new perspective to the previous beauty.
I've been walking for three hours. No mobile phone or MP3.
Maybe next time I'll take a camera.
I could have gone to they gym but it wouldn't have eased my soul like this.