I wasn’t just walking today. I was Walking And Talking. My son Michael was with me on my morning wander.

it’s nice to have him over from Malaga which, as you probably know, is in the year round pleasantness of the Costa Del Sol. He made a tongue in cheek comment as we headed in a vaguely easterly direction, on this sunny Campeltown morning.

”I’m looking at that big shining, sphere, in the sky. It seems like it should be hot… so why am I feeling so cold”.

Walking and talking, it goes without saying, is a different experience to walking alone. Of course it is possible to just walk together, sharing the time and the experience. That can be a powerful thing. Communication is more than mere words.

But, hey, we haven’t seen each other for a while. So we talked.

That often causes us to focus upon each other, and our worlds away from the place that we are actually walking through, even if the environment can be part of the conversation.

Somehow the walking adds something to the talking though. It helps to stimulate and activate. It’s pleasant and healthy to be moving. The conversation, like the open spaces we walk through, is perhaps wider ranging and more interesting than ones that happen confined to the four walls of a room.

I could be imagining that. But regardless, walking and talking is great. Perhaps more of our socialising should be done in this way.

Even in zero degrees Campbeltown.