Dear me, you think I was trying to kill him off
it's a short, 15 minute stroll down towards the village, turn right by the water tower and back along the bottom road. There is a slight incline past some new buildings and every day, every blasted day, he moans about the "hill"

Today, we actually had to stop, so he could catch his breath

I know he's still bunged up, but dear me, words fail.............
He will not admit he's feeling better for a walk every morning, because it means I'm right and he's not
