Going for a walk

I used to enjoy walking. I grew up in a fairly rural area – my bedroom window looked out on the fields of the nearby farm, and at the end of the road was an area of heathland. The walk to infant and secondary school was across the heath; the walk to junior school took us along the river. I used to go out just for a walk. Now I live in a city, it’s just not the same. Walking along a busy road with the constant roar of traffic and the smell of exhaust fumes is no pleasure at all.