Jerry right up till he was 92 my dad was still walking at least 10 miles a day, we could never get him to stay still long enough to fit him with a pedometer.

One day when he was 90 he came limping into the house, he stood there like a naughty schoolboy when i enquired what had happened. Turned out he had gone to visit a local museum but found the gate locked, now most folk might have thought they weren't meant to enter, not dad he wanted to go in so he climbed the gate. result it moved and he ended up with torn breeks and a badly bruised leg.

Honestly if he could find mischief to get up to he did :)