In a cold north wind, warmer in sheltered valleys, we walked a loop from the top of Ashford Hangers to Hawkley. This is an area just north of Petersfield in Hampshire, north of 'Little Switzerland'. There's a couple of little streams, clear waters, at the foot of the hill, then the path rises to the village, with its church and small village green. Very old yew trees.
On the way back, the climb up the back of the Hangers was good and steep, working our legs and lungs hard. Some 4x4s had channelled deep tire ravines into the chalk clay. There were great views over to East Hampshire and to the south from the top.
After lunch we went to Winchester to get some stuff - bird feed (mainly for the duck couple who now live in our garden.) She is heavily pregnant and very hungry. She is very beautiful, a lighter brown than the usual, and I've fallen in love with her. Another female comes by too, with her 10 or so ducklings. And there is another set of them at Number 1, one a bright yellow like a chicken chick. C got wire for her homemade candle lanterns and I got my hair cut. I'm going to a more expensive barber next time; the cheap ones (not so cheap at £9) don't really listen to what you want. At Tesco we got shower smoothies and bath foams and yoghurt soda bread that it's hard not to eat in one day.
This evening we watched Prairie Home Companion. I didn't realise it was a real show until I looked it up later. It had some charm, but was mainly inconsequential. Woody Harrelson is very watchable. I am watching Empire Magazine's top 25 of 2007. That was number 24. 25 was Venus with Peter O'Toole, that had a lot more depth. But both basically luvvie movies. I guess critics like Industry movies, and as such Ratatouille got higher reviews than it would have done had it not featured a critic.
Dru Yoga Wake up and Sun Saluation this morning on waking. I feel an energy building up. The temptation is to try to do something about it, but what happens if you let it run its course?