IT'S absolutely typical isn't it - the weather was lousy all weekend but now we're back at work and most of the children have started school it's been lovely.

Sunday was particularly bad. I got drenched going for a long afternoon walk.

It's odd isn't it that you get to a certain age and you suddenly love walking!

When I was younger I wouldn't have dreamed of walking anywhere, now I love nothing better than putting on my walking boots and rambling for a few miles.

I asked my youngest son if he wanted to come and he was horrified at the prospect.

He even rang later on and asked us if we wanted "picking up" because it was raining.

He simply couldn't understand that we were enjoying ourselves despite getting soaked.

There are some fantastic walks around Warrington and loads of places to explore.

When you're driving you just don't notice things. And I'm very nosey so it all adds to my enjoyment.

It struck me on Sunday how interesting it is that when you're walking people talk to you.

Strange isn't it? As we walked along the canal path to Lymm, everyone we met said hello.

Fellow ramblers, dog walkers, cyclists, anglers and a man up a ladder!

People are really friendly.

Why is it then that when you go out shopping or walk to work or stand waiting for a bus, people wouldn't dream of speaking to you?

Let me know your theories!