Third order of the day.
D.B.A.A. turn of Breaking Bad, get out of your comfortable chair in your warm room and go for an easy walk in the cold sun.
Simple eh,what could go wrong.
Struggling to walk and breath I choose a flat area near the river that leads into town.
Oh dear it’s a little flooded,detour into a farmers field that looks OK but the long grass hides a quagmire.
Get to the tow path exhausted,looks OK but what’s this more flooding every 100 metres.
Hold onto the Barb wire fence to pull myself onto the slight rise near the posts as I stumble along.
You can see the repairs to my jacket from last time my legs gave way and I fell onto a barbed wire fence,I don’t learn.
Not to bad till I get to the last section where I spot people turning around from on the other side,there’s a clue for you JTF.
Water cascades into my boots,luckily my permanently,damaged,numb feet don’t feel the cold to much nowadays

when I later get to my car and use my hands to check my feet are like ice.
Along the way I met a old grey hair with chest waders trying to secure his boat,we chatted and he offered me tea.
I couldn’t make it on the gang plank so carried on.
Then I kid you not I met a RC priest dressed very smartly in tweed with wellies on,an air of godliness and an enthusiastic dog which I kept out of the way of.
It was starting to feel like a Carry on film.
Got to town went into the supermarket having decide to claim my free coffee for the first time.
All the coffee machines are broken.
Hence carrying my Swedish army folding mug purchased from them in Bosnia 30 years ago.
No bother,bought some cooked chicken and mince pies with a good pot of tea at the on site cafe.
The Bison is UK friendly but best not taken into town.
So it was my CJ instead,I’ve said before I feel like I am the guardian of it.
Conclusion? well I really enjoyed myself I like a bit of adversary.
It reminded me of 50 years ago at 16 when I joined the Army.
The first time we got wet and cold (I joined in January) I thought great back to camp then,dry clothes,get warm and a hot tea in the cookhouse.
Not at all we carried on,it was then that I realised what Army life was going to be like,still I could have quit but I didn’t.
I was to thick and stubborn.
