​It was a pleasant afternoon with a warm sun beaming through a diffused, cloudy sky.

  ​I met our neighbour, accompanied by her small black Cavapoo. The dog was looking quite dapper; she admitted they had decided against professional grooming, trimming his furry coat themselves.

  ​I passed a round holly bush that was glowing with beautiful red berries—somewhat early for Christmas, I thought.

  Continuing my walk around the outskirts of the recreation ground, I picked a couple of late, ripe blackberries from the briars at the entrance to the cemetery road. The noisy Pitbull was in the garden, and it gave a couple of low yelps as I walked by.

  ​Entering the cemetery, a group of six hedge sparrows scattered into the thick hedgerow bordering the recreation ground.

​Two wood pigeons feeding on the ground flapped away as I approached.

  ​I left the cemetery and made my way past the leisure centre into Foxglove Lane.

​Today I walked for 2.19 miles in 49 minutes.

​Google Fit awarded me 25 heart points.