My mum and dad, aged nearly-70 and nearly-77, are currently doing their annual Walk, during which they walk over 100 miles in the course of about 10 days.
I can't help but be in awe of their prowess, since walking up the stairs gets me slightly out of breath.
This year they are walking the Cotswold Way. I'm just hoping that, as they stop at various B&Bs along the way, my mum doesn't talk too much about walking the Cotswold Way to people who actually live on it.
This is because my mum always says Cotsworld, and I just can't bring myself to tell her there's no R in it, what with her being a primary school teacher for 39 years and my mum and everything.
Perhaps it's because she's from Norfolk. I lived in Beaumont Leys for a bit (for those not in the know - one of the 'less desirable' suburbs of Leicester) and my dad (also from Norfolk) consistently called it 'Boomont Lays' for the duration.
Anyway. I can't really knock their pronunciation, since they're currently on day 8 of their incredibly long walk. They usually text me every evening to let me know they aren't stuck down a hole in the dark with an owl, but I didn't hear from them last night, so I just rang Mum to check they were ok.
"All fine!" she says. "No signal last night. Can't stop, dear. We're just crossing a golf course."
Old-Nick
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Nutters the pair of them.