When I was young, my papa would take us out on walks and woodland trails. He’d make up games for us like counting birds or collecting leaves. And on holidays, he was always the first one up, ready to head out for a wander. No matter where we went, he’d find a long walk for us, and he’d always say, “Och, it’s not that far, we’ll just walk it,” even though it was never just a wee walk.So now, whenever I’m on holiday, I make a point of finding a walking route, and it makes me think of him.
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