Another Saturday walk with my neighbours. We have almost completed – in stages – the cycle path walk from Tavistock to Plymouth. When the idea of a cycle trail was first aired, the general feeling was that it would not be used but it’s wonderful to see how many people are taking advantage of it. Cyclists of all shapes and sizes – serious ones, families with the children pedalling away on their little bikes and even a dad towing a toddler in a little trailer that would be so dangerous on the road but is fine on this gentle path. Walkers and dogs love it and at one point we walked through a tunnel with a kink in it so that you couldn’t see the light at the end of it – slightly scary with not enough lights and water dripping from the ceiling. The trail is an old rail track with embankments at the side in places, water dripping from the overhanging moss and it doesn’t take much imagination to think of a train steaming through. A cup of coffee at the end of the walk and back home. After such a walk, I didn’t feel too guilty to spend the rest of the afternoon taking it easy watching the rugby on television. Reading another book of short stories by Jane Gardam – how different they are from Maeve Binchy’s collection.