Above all, do not lose your desire to walk. Everyday, I walk myself into a state of well-being and walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it. But by sitting still, and the more one sits still, the closer one comes to feeling ill. Thus if one just keeps on walking, everything will be all right."
So wrote Søren Kierkegaard in 1847 (no introduction required, right?) - click here - who did as Diogenes did: he walked. We always walk the one or two kilometres from "Riverbend" across the bridge and then turn left to perhaps have a cup of coffee at the River Café (indicated by the crossed fork and spoon although we dispense with the fork) and meet the locals.
One of them told us the sad story of his mate who had been struck off as a medical practitioner due to an indiscretion. After seven years of intense training and hard work his career was finished. His crime? He'd slept with one of his patients. The fact they were good friends didn't matter at all. The reality now is that his mate can no longer work in the profession he loves. The bloke is shattered. What a waste of time, effort, training and money. Such a shame - apparently he's a nice fella and was a brilliant vet.
