Yesterday we took Theo out on a very cold winter walk along the beach. He was wrapped up tightly in multiple layers like an Inuit child, but still not entirely immune to the biting north-easterly wind. He has endured this kind of daily exposure to the elements since birth and consequently will now walk for quite long distances and in quite unpleasant conditions without ever grumbling. In fact most of the time he seems to enjoy it, even when his face has gone red and his nose is streaming.
Yesterday’s walk was exhilarating but not always enjoyable. For me the pleasure on these kind of walks comes in stages. First the initial blast of sea air, then after the hard slog against the wind you turn the corner and have a reprieve, then you reach the car and start to thaw out and finally you are back home feeling well exercised and entitled to enjoy a hot chocolate and a croissant.
On days like this, it would probably be easier for one of us to stay at home with Theo inside a centrally heated house, but I think it’s good to get out. Life doesn’t always give you a convenient get out and so learning to take the rough with the smooth is a good lesson in life and of course there is the added benefit of how well we all sleep after a few hours of fresh air and exercise.