I don't drink
A glorious day spent trekking on the Isle of Wight. We covered over sixteen miles and walked in woodland, fields, on the coast and even in the sea. The reward at the end was an ice cream, then the Hovercraft back to Portsmouth and the drive home. When I was drinking such a day would have been out of the question. For one thing I wouldn't have been able to walk that far with gout, sometimes it was so bad I had to hop; it would have been to far between pubs for a glass of wine top up; and I would have been too much over the limit to drive home. What absolute freedom not being beholden to drink gives you. The fact the Sun shone on us throughout must have been saying something.