One moment we were simply walking, the next ‘on a walk’: aimless, unguided, unending. No destination, only a journey. It’s not a pleasure, but it’s the best we’ve got, all of us walking in place until we have somewhere to walk to.
A joyless trudge? No, thanks: why I am utterly sick of ‘going for a walk’ | Walking | The Guardian http://t.cn/A6tjVGq0