I guess I've grown up with walking, having a father born in the Lake District and grandparents that lived there meant that I spent most of my early birthdays (which tend to be around the Easter holidays) up a Lakeland fell. Some of my earliest memories are of being atop a wind swept fell.
There is something special about just going for a walk, even if its just round your own village, either being alone with your own thoughts or discussing the ways of the world free from interruptions.
