A touch of scarlet fever
It is said that golf is a walk spoiled, but I would add that a mere walk is a failed foray. Providence has given us legs for a handful of purposes: running to catch somethin g we want to eat, running away from something that wants to eat us, and finding a mate. To those three we must add foraging: collecting plants, fungi and seaweed for food. Foraging and hunting are instinctive behaviours that kept our forebears alive, and they both require legs.
I have been searching the wild for most of my life, looking for and
