In the last five or six years, I have occasionally suffered from knee pain. It hinders my mobility so that each footstep is accompanied by discomfort or outright pain.Mostly the pain has been caused by kneeling down on hard floors and a couple of times it has arisen after falling down when out walking in the Derbyshire hills.
Usually the pain evaporates after a week or two and normal mobility is resumed. However, my current knee pain - almost entirely in my right knee - has been with me for more than a month now. Each day I wake up and get out of bed hoping that today will be the day when the pain has finally crept back in its kennel. But it's still with me. Pain killers help a bit but I am reaching the stage when I think I shall have to visit the doctor. Not something I do very often.
Lord knows what the problem is. There are various possibilities but I wouldn't want to bore you by listing them. This self-pitying post has probably got you yawning already and besides when all is said and done I know that the knee trouble is connected with my advancing years. These poor knees have suffered some hammer in the last six decades. I guess it's payback time.
On Saturday, I managed to hobble on to the moor above Upper Burbage Bridge and snapped the accompanying pictures of two cows that had strayed up there from the valley below. They looked bemused. In all the many times I have been in that location I have never seen cows there - only moorland sheep.that are much better at finding nourishment in rough pastures.