I went for a walk on Thursday. Hardly earth shattering news, especially for a guide book publisher, but it taught me something important.
On Thursday morning my partner checked the weather forecast, packed a sandwich, grabbed his maps and said, I'm off for a walk, are you coming?
Nope, I shot back - I'm far too busy, too much to do, too short notice, it's alright for some people ......
Five minutes later I was running down the street, laces flapping, hat askew, shouting wait, wait, wait for me.
We fell onto the train in a flurry of coats and bags and sticks and dog and looked at each other.
What changed your mind?
I'm not sure. You set off and my heart just plummeted. My to-do list suddenly felt like a great weight around my neck and I knew I'd get nothing done.
I'm not generally a spontaneous person. I like a plan, I enjoy organising outings and knowing what to expect. I love a diary with lots of things to look forward to and I rarely just up sticks and go. But I miss out. We run our own business and I work from home. There is no reason in the world that I can't seize the moment and go. Just look up at the sky and head for the hills and have fun.
And on Thursday that's just what I did. Took the train to Horton-in-Ribblesdale then followed the Pennine Way to Hawes where a welcome pint and the luxury of a ride back to Garsdale station in the Little White Bus awaited. Fourteen miles of buffeting winds and scudding clouds, of Cam Fell and Snaizeholme, of scenery and solitude and of fun. Now how easy was that.
Oh and by the way I got more done on Friday than I'd ever have thought possible. That to-do list is toast.