Let me introduce Winnie.
As a girl she grew up on a Welsh farm. She had to walk miles up the farm track to get to the road, then even further to school. She never learnt to drive and spent her whole life getting from A to B under her own steam.
She was tiny in height but strong as an ox. As a nurse, she would regularly lift heavy old men in and out of their hospital beds. In her eighties she was still regularly walking a two-mile round trip to get milk and newspapers and spent hours tending to her garden.
Winnie, my grandmother, passed away in her nineties in rude health. I’m convinced her healthy long life was due to good old fashioned walking and staying active every day. I intend to follow in her footsteps.