I am starting to make weird middle-aged noises. Even small exertions like sitting up in bed can result in a groan like a speared bison. This must stop.
The yearning to fully embrace the great outdoors, swallow bugs in the wind, be alive to all the earth’s subtle pulses. Whatever the weather I hope to KOKO (keep on keeping on!), to sleep under the stars, swim in rivers and lakes, sing Bruce Springsteen songs at the moon, and, when out of earshot, the odd Abba one…We all need to listen to nature’s call more – and a bit of Bruce’s yodelling.