ant to know a secret? Of course you do. Secrets are the most delicious kind of knowledge – self-contained packages of guaranteed curiosity and gratification. The bottle andnd the corkscrew. And they’re best shared among trusted friends, which is why we’re happy to pass this fine vintage – the August 2017 issue, that we have trodden with our own feet and which we love very much – into your safe hands.
We know you will savour it. We know you will consume it responsibly. And ultimately we know you know it’s not the secrecy that’s intoxicating in the long run. Because if alcohol is happiness’s payday loan, walking is its enormous trust fund. You may not have realised you were born to such wealth – entitled to perpetually draw on reserves of wellbeing piled high outside your door. But it’s true. Walking is the intoxicant that makes your head clearer, the addiction that lends colour instead of pallor, the high that actually improves your prospects of getting stuff done that day. And if you didn’t know that already, then we’re very happy to meet you. The secrets contained in the paper-wrapping of this issue are the gateway drug to a great rest of your life.
3 Recalling this memorable ascent of Snowdon via forgotten satellite Yr Aran (see our feature page 48). Honestly, is there a better view? In the world?
This month I’ve been... 1 Discovering the Lincolnshire Wolds, a distant echo of the similarly lovely Chilterns.
2 Thinking about dogs for our supplement (after page 90). You may not be a dog person but oh my goodness would you just look at Woody when he was a puppy?