Back to the walks. A two hour epic, almost reaching the Peak District before realising Derbyshire police would confiscate our coffee cups (Voluntary disclosure : James had a fudge brownie as well).
The walk takes you through the student houses of Crookesmoor to the student flats of Broomfield and thence to the student village of Endcliffe, home to a student pub that James failed to grace in his first year.
You can tell west Sheffield is a student stronghold from the allegiances to Princess Diana (twice) and, er, Burnley.
James walks at almost the same pace as me, and unlike Stafford Paul tends to stop at red lights, so we sprinted past the Endcliffe complex and reached Ranmoor 10 minutes ahead of schedule.
I love the way you get little patches of cobble outside the pub, just like in Halifax.
Ranmoor-cum-Fulwood is noticeably less strewn with litter than Burngreave and Pitsmoor. Posh people have more time to organise Friday morning litter picks, I guess, though it must take them longer to shave.
We headed aimlessly down through the dull streets of Hanging Water, and I thought about a diversion to the Abbeydale tap, but instead we suddenly crossed the brow of a hill and came across countryside.
A dramatic sweep of country parks leading via Porter Brook from the centre (well, the vegan knitting shops of Ecclesall Road) to the Peak, dotted with bubbling streams and stepping stones.
It was wonderful, our best day’s walk since we arrived last month (OK, bar the day we found the Pad Thai).
And it was full of life, hundreds of families out for a walk, or queueing for ice cream. A rare day of normality.
In the centre, there’s a bit of a dishevelled feel about the pubs, but Sharrow Vale felt ready to burst back into life at a moment’s notice (are there any great pubs down there ?).
I even found a shop selling Man United fanzines.
The only problem with these increasing ambitious exploratory walks, which will surely reach Rotherham soon, is that there’s nowhere for a break.
I would have love to break the journey with an Abbeydale Moonshine in the student pub near Weston Park.
That last mile up the hill home is a killer.