As I’ve been telling you, this is a fun week for the village, but today I’m giving in to the fatigue and scratchy throat that have been hovering in the background for the past couple of days. As testament to the walking practice I’ve been developing, I still walked, but I divided the day into a series of short, gentle walks. No socializing, no hurry, no stress, just a surrendering to my own measured pace and rhythm. The air was so damp that I couldn’t really tell if it was raining or simply misting, which gave a dewy softness to the few flowers that still linger in my neighbours’ gardens.