Walking Stories

The alarm goes off, it looks dark out there, I kick the covers off from my temporary nest, insomnia dictates the start point and the alarm calls the end, the bit in the middle normally only exists due to exhaustion, four to five hours sleep a day is a result, of the need, no the honour, of caring for my sweetheart both in hospital and at home. Anyway, today is an important day for many reasons ...

This is going to be a walk of mixed emotions, it’s the longest solo walk I have done to date, which isn’t that bad some may say, but in this instance, I’m trying to condition myself to being on my own. Grief is no companion to walk with, solitude and time don’t encourage happy thoughts, I tend to just get dragged down with guilt, betrayal and judgement and having time on my hands, everything ge...

This is a walk long in distance, well for me, but lacking in feature. Yes miles of flat fields pepper dusted with hamlets, farms, tufts of forested areas and the odd windmill. In the distance, iron pylons march across the skyline, like the tripods from War of the worlds, scarring the undulating gold and brown surroundings so typical of the East Anglian landscape.  Distant noise of traffic passi...

It was hot, I had blisters and was hungry, so the stop albeit insisted upon from the Mission Control’s was welcome. Boots were removed feet freshened up and allowed to air dry so that blister plasters could be applied.

The bench sits in the dappled shade of elderly trees which have had initials carved in their skins, and by the looks of how well the trees have healed, they have been there a lon...

Ikworth 18th August 2021

Well as promised, more rambling about my ramblings, this time I’m back at Ickworth again. This is my second solo trip out, so what! I hear you say, well it’s all about my little steps along my grief journey. Ickworth is only about 20 mins for me and despite driving past the place for so many years, it was only a couple of years ago that we actually went there, but we nev...