We all lead complicated lives in one form or another. Some of us seem to enjoy the complexity. The more complex the better so long as we have some sense of control over the complexity.

Our bodies, on the other hand, pay little or no attention to our wishes. They react to behaviour that has possibly continued since our birth. The longer we live the more complicated is this interaction. Yes we can take certain action to prevent the worst excesses of our life. In the end our bodies are the judges of what was and what was not good for them. It would be nice if it was ineffable but it is not really. We all age some more gracefully than others.

So it is with me. Only a few months ago I could walk for miles. Now anything over 2 km and my hip and knees start to complain. I can still make it around my local park not, however, around the next park unless I drive to my local shopping centres and then walk over.

I mention this only because I walked in the park up until the early part of the year. I also captured images there. Not anymore.

Well that is until today. The sun was shining, the weather set fare and I had time to kill whilst my wife did some shopping. A walk was had. By the time I had finished my joints were starting to ache but I had made it around the park. Yippee.