Today we went to Ramsbottom, near where I used to live (and where I grew up) to do some food shopping. They have a little market on a Saturday and we go to the butcher there too. It was so snowy I had to go in search of someone with a shovel as the car got stuck. Oh, and the market wasn't there due to the inclement weather.
I get homesick quite a lot - fortunately, it only takes around 20 minutes to get back to 'Rammy'. So I never feel too despondent about the lack of hills here in our part of Cheshire (or the absence of stone terraced houses, moors, allotments...) I even miss the deep snow with all the inconvenience it brings.
Joe got plenty of fresh air. He's full of a cold at the moment. I think he enjoyed our walk (despite his less-than-impressed expression).