Twywell Hills and Dales, which is a site of some 135 acres that takes its name from the abandoned quarry workings that give the place its undulating landscape. Yes, it a manmade country park, but it feels like the 'proper' countryside (at least to a townie like me).
It was extremely claggy underfoot, but at least today I managed the entire walk without falling over. Last Sunday, I went base over apex after only a few yards and had to pretend that, yes, I was fine, and, no, I hadn't landed on that prickly thing.
By the time we got back to the car we were very muddy, but the blood was moving more swiftly and our mood had lifted.
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