I’m going away for a few day to walk in a circle. It’s quite a big circle otherwise I needn’t leave the warm confines of the greenhouse. It’s a 150 miles of circle. It starts in Scarborough and finishes in …. well, I would hope you can guess.
When I planned the walk back in December, it seemed a jolly exciting and challenging prospect. Now it just seems a jolly tiring and challenging prospect.
The walk is called the Cleveland Way, with an extra 50 mile bit, The Tabular Hills Walk, tacked on.
I first saw this public information film about the ‘Way, when I was a young kid in the early 70’s. For some reason it really stuck with me; all that talk of Vikings and Witches I suppose. (When I recently discovered it on YouTube, I found I even remembered certain lines of the script . Although I’ve never literally needed “a swift horse to York”, it is a phrase I can’t help but use quite often. Goodness only knows what “the geography of peace” means however).
Years later as a young lad of 18, I hitchhiked from my home in Hertfordshire to Yorkshire in order to walk it. Now I’m off to walk it again. Not sure why. Clutching at the past? Because it’s there? Because I still can? Because I want to? All of those I guess.
I’ll be back in ten days or so, I expect. Toodle pip.