It’s taken me until I am well in to my (cough) 50’s to admit to something.  It’s not an addiction as such, more a little secret.  Perhaps I am ashamed and embarrassed.  Maybe I feel a little grubby.  But it’s out there now.  I’ve said it out loud. I really enjoy walking. I have for decades.  When my large tribe of free-range children were young, walking the dogs was my only opportunity to get away from the chaos and the mayhem.  I remember one Christmas I asked for waterproof