When I was younger, I used to read quite a lot of Enid Blyton, particularly the Malory Towers and St Clare’s books. Something they used to refer to occasionally was “nature walks” – as in, “make her go on a long, muddy nature walk!”. I think the aim of this exercise was to turn whichever
hapless victim of appalling bullying wet lettuce into an overall Good Egg. I have no idea what they actually saw on these nature walks but Malory Towers was in Cornwall so it is possible that they did see a few things. I don’t think that was the point of the books.
Anyway, we went on a nature walk on Saturday – well, my husband and I walked and the children went on their bikes – my son can ride a pedal bike and my daughter rode her balance bike (handed down from my son).
It wasn’t hopelessly muddy (although there were a few puddles) and we had nice, stout walking shoes.