My wife Sharon and I spent several weeks in September traveling in England. Our primary purpose for going was to walk the Thames River Path, from its puddle of a source near Kemble, to the flowing river it becomes in Windsor. We followed the river over 150 miles, in 13 days. We arranged with travel company Footpath Holidays to make our overnight accommodations and transport our luggage from inn to inn along the way. The foot path took us through woods and fields and occasional charming villages. We encountered many kinds of birds (ducks, geese, and swans on the water) and domestic animals including cows, horses, goats, and sheep, including black sheep. That reminded me of an epithet we once used, which would be considered racist today: “He is the black sheep of the family,” which I often was.
I feel kind of proud at age 79 to have walked the 150-mile Thames path, especially after having had a stroke a couple of years ago. But I am even more proud of Sharon doing it at age 83.
Speaking of our age difference, Sharon had a wonderful article published last year in the NY Times section called “Tiny Love Stories:”
https://www.nytimes.com/2020/02/04/style/tiny-modern-love-stories-i-worried-about-telling-him-my-age.html
I feel kind of proud at age 79 to have walked the 150-mile Thames path, especially after having had a stroke a couple of years ago. But I am even more proud of Sharon doing it at age 83.
Speaking of our age difference, Sharon had a wonderful article published last year in the NY Times section called “Tiny Love Stories:”
https://www.nytimes.com/2020/02/04/style/tiny-modern-love-stories-i-worried-about-telling-him-my-age.html