A peaceful day by the sea. Taking the down while I can – I’ve been a little flooded with new things, which is as I like it to be.
I’m dreaming of another long walk. I spent far too long today looking at various options. I can’t afford the time for Shikoku, coupled with the expense of going to Japan. There would have to be a perfect alignment for that, like some filming in South Korea. So I’m looking at Europe again. Principally the old Camino just cos I know there’s infrastructure and people clambering over themselves to get you to sleep in their albergue.
So I did something unfamiliar and I went over old blogs. September 2018 it was, when I did the trad Camino. Feels more recent somehow. I extended my route beforehand and ended up walking for about a month and a half. I remember now the tired feet, but I also definitely dealt with a load of dead weight and blocks in my life. There’s more to come out though and the first one was for my mum and grief. I’m wondering if I will have time for a Camino Norté, or a Portugues. Or even a Primitivo. I think the Norte is the shortest – I could bang it out in a month, get a bit more toned, and tanned on one side of my body like a truck driver as I’ll be walking south the whole time down the coast. And get into my body properly again.
Chances are I’m too swept up in the delusion of momentum though, and also there’s more to leave behind than last time. Lou. Cats. More good dayjobbery. My structures and relationships are better than they were in 2018 thankfully. That’s the point.
It has been a delight to stop here with little Tessy by the seaside. I needed it. Today and tomorrow will be my weekend and then things are gonna get busy again. I’ll need to clean up one of my history lectures tomorrow as I’m gonna have to deliver that at The old Globey on Monday and I haven’t done it for a year or so. But it’s only twenty minutes and most of it is in my head anyway.
