Country living is exercise in itself.
Chopping and carting logs, scything meadows, feeding pigs, locking up - and sometimes killing - poultry, weeding the vegetables, kneading the dough for the bread, pruning, planting, digging and all the various other elements of husbandry require a good deal of physical effort.
So it should have come as no surprise that, a couple of years after returning to the sedentary city, I noticed I was turning into a plump mouse.
I was taking no exercise. I sat in offices,
