Webbed feet

I've been making like a duck and growing webbed feet for the last few days. Any trips out have been constrained by the torrential rain - it's no fun wandering about in the wet, so I've been rushing out between showers.

Today, however, it's dried up somewhat and I've been able to take my daily walk (I don't do it when it's really wet because I'm über pathetic about getting totally drenched!) And today, as I trotted back up the hill, I realised that this time last year, walking up that hill, regardless of the weather, was a huge effort. I knew the exact number of paces between each lamppost; now, I suppose if I thought about it, I could dredge up that information, but I don't count each step. What a difference a year can make...