As the days tick by and the past seems todwindle into, well, the past growing ever more distant by the second, and today marks the end of the financial year; which incidentally means the the company can start on a clean page and watch the numbers drop off the bottom of it. In my world, this marks another day nearer to retirement and another day closer to leisure walks all over the place. This weekend I went down to Devon to see my great school mate, who I shall call P for secret reasons, its no ones business what hes called apart from me, theoretically he could be called P, my Godmother was, by me. Anyway this weekend we had a beautiful walk around the steep sided valleys of Lynton and the vast sweeping coastlines of Lynmouth. Armed with varicose veins, sore knees and a rucksack of cheese, a can of beer and some sparkling lime and mint we set off up the valley, the aim to conquer Butter Hill where we would find a bench and tuck into the backpack bounty. With sweaty backs and gasping for air as we emerged from the twisted Oak forest clinging to the valley sides, we carried on through several magnificent footpath gates, 6 feet tall and newly made, and found ourselves upon some springy salt affected heathland overlooking the sea. The clouds cast dark shadows in the water and from 100m up they skittered across the salty swell, this is where we found our bench, had a piss and took out the cheese and drinks. As we crunched airway through the cheese and crackers, a wonderful, cheddar and a mild creamy blue, and cracked open the drinks we sat like 50 somethings and looked at the vista, this is our life now, walks with mates and cheese on clifftops. Its not a bad predicament to find oneself in, particularly as we recalled that 20 or 30 years ago we were sorted for E’s and Whizz (to coin a phrase) and now we find ourselves sorted for cheese and fizz. Well it made us laugh and this is exactly the type of content you come here for so I stand by this and I will die on this hill.

So who knows, with the end of the month upon us and the beginning of Spring hot on its tail maybe this year will be a good one, who knows, I’ve decided to give less of a shit at work, whilst still maintaining a high to steady work rate. I like the job sometimes, it’s the shit they feed us which gets my goat. The Train rolls on, we all are heading to the same destination, the only difference is what  carriage you are on, and this year I’m choosing the quiet one, so stop answering your phones