Shattered after work? Don’t hit the sofa, take a hike

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A long day at work left me standing at a mental crossroads, figuratively speaking.

Should I go home and collapse on the sofa or strap on my trainers and go for a walk?

Despite every brain cell demanding a vegetative state the trainers went on and with supreme willpower I walked back out of my door five minutes after getting home.

I’m glad I did. It was a lovely evening in Portsmouth and, with a vague direction in mind passing the windows of a couple of mirror shops (I’ve been redecorating), I had no idea where I’d go.

Two hours later I’d explored the back streets of Fratton, helped a French tourist find her seafront hotel, and got lost in deepest Southsea. A brilliant way to end a long day – I’d recommend it.