But I am carrying on with the walks by myself, and now I am on holiday I can take walks with the family if they want to come too.
This evening, I took a quick stroll with my mother and G for about a mile across the village, around the hill on the other side, and back home across the fields. At this time of year, this part of France is rampant with new spring growth. The land is lush, green and ribboned with rivers and gorges - in April everything is bursting into life and growing almost before your very eyes.
This field in the picture above was a haze of yellow buttercups and blue vetch, and the grass reached nearly to our knees.
We saw dandelions, daisies, oak trees with new, vivid leaves, small blue flowers, small white flowers and an ancient tractor dragging a trailer full of hunks of stone.
This brief, pre-supper stroll was a nice easy walk for the start of our holiday, but I'm going to get much more serious. I think tomorrow I may tackle the hysterically steep hill where the wild deer hide out.