Every year since I don’t know when*, I’ve climbed Moel Famau in North Wales on Christmas Eve. It’s the closest thing I get to regular exercise. This year was my first time alone: Irish Mick was away, and Stense was poorly. How very sensible of them: I got soaked to the bone.
* Postscript: I looked it up. I’ve climbed Moel Famau on Christmas Eve every year since 1988.