Four things I walked past: three in Inverness and the fourth at Findhorn Beach.
When last was walking not only about getting somewhere? When last did you walk following a pattern in floor tiles, or stepping on the edge of the to-and fro-ing water on a sandy beach, or splashing in puddles, or rustling through leaves? These small joys don’t stop being there simply because we stopped noticing.
Very interesting I always look down where I’m walking just in case there’s money flying around.
I usually only find pennies!