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Every day while writing at home I take an hour out to walk with my lurcher dog in the big hills which surround my home. On a day like this, the coombes seem to beckon. I don’t think you could really be a writer and refuse their allure.

I heard some guy on the radio today talking about the importance of walking. He’d been so depressed at one time, he’d ended up in some kind of mental hospital. Then he’d discovered walking in countryside – and it had allowed him to make a recovery so swiftly, his doctors were amazed.

Many people will understand the great salving that can be achieved by strolling through grand scenery – and I am lucky enough to the live in this glorious place where I took these pictures earlier today.

And it was while walking under the vast cold metallic blue skies this…