A new – well, new to me – version of one of my favourite Ludovico Einaudi tracks.
This is Walk. Something I am struggling with a bit at the moment.
This recorded live at the Teatro Dal Verme in Milan on December 2023.
Almost a bit jumbled and clumsy at the beginning, but when that cello kicks in… goosebumps.
I chose not to buy tickets for the upcoming Andrea Bocelli concert in Cape Town (citing musical differences and cashflow problems), but if this guy ever comes over, I’ll be right there.
Not setting any records, aside from actually doing a walk with the beagle, but you’ve got to start somewhere.
And yes, I am now completely knackered. 14m elevation gain will do that to you.
And on the seventh day God ended His work which He had done, and He rested on the seventh day from all His work which He had done.
Yeah. I know the feeling, mate. I was also a bit lazy this morning and had a much-deserved lie-in. But once I was up, about and propped up by one (or more) cups of coffee, there was much to be done.
Sadly, it’s now 4:30pm and there’s still much to be done.
But I don’t feel that the day has been wasted. Highlights have included an hour of games with a friends (on the end of a Google Meet), and a walk down through the Constantia Green Belt (on our own).
Parking might normally have been a problem for the latter, but as a sign of the times, we left the car in a deserted Peddlar’s car park. Normally on a Sunday afternoon, that place would have been packed: the hardier souls outside in the cool Cape Town conditions, the more sensible lot indoors by the huge log fire.
They are doing deliveries and pick-ups for food, but wow. It was so, so quiet. Another local business that needs our support. So… you know… go and support them.
And now, home for a quick blog and some Guy Garvey’s Finest Hour (3-6pm UK time) (I don’t make the rules). I feel that my near future may also involve some Castle Milk Stout.
Still not well. Still not that though.
Sinusitis and full-on exhaustion the main symptoms right now. I’m sleeping for 16 hours a day. You’re lucky to find me up and about right now.
I was in need of fresh air and exercise yesterday, and despite not being 100%, I decided to go out. Morally delinquent? Not really. Like I said, I don’t have Covid-19 and I rarely bump into anyone on my beagle walks anyway; with everyone hiding at home, there was even less chance of contact.
(And please remember that “going for a walk” is on the DoH’s green list of good things to do, even if the Province is telling us all to stay at home.)
All went off without a hitch.
5.65km in 1 hr 6 minutes (snorfing pace).
People encountered: 6 (one family on bikes, one couple walking)
People within 5 metres: 0
People braai’ing in Wynberg Park: 2
People gathering under a gazebo in Wynberg Park: ±60. Muppets.
Things snorfed: All of the things.
Came home to find a big family party (three generations) next door. Great idea, folks.
This morning, I have prepped the beagle with food and drugs for the next three months. It seems likely that things are about to get more serious in terms of freedom of movement, and no-one wants to spend the next few weeks with a hungry beagle.
Stay safe, people.
Dad and I went for a walk in the Peak District this morning. Some fresh air and exercise to blow the cobwebs of the last few days away. We parked up at the delightfully named “Cutthroat Bridge” (map) and headed up onto Bamford Edge, where, despite the smoke from the nearby heather burning (sorry heather), we got some lovely views over the Ladybower Reservoir:
9km and a few hours later, all autumn-coloured out, and having traversed quite a lot of bogland and negotiated a whole barbed wire fence, we made it back to the car, upon arriving at which we almost instantly decided that a pint at the historic Strines Inn was called for. And who are we to ignore that sort of calling?
I have tacked the photos from the morning onto those already in this album. The Vernal/Autumnal Cross-Hemispherical Juxtaposition therein makes for some interesting viewing. See if you can see the join…