I trudged into the night. The rain got harder and the darkness pressed in. I could no longer tell how far along on the path I was
Tag Archives: Backpacking
Day 27: Anniversary
Look how far I had come.
Day 24: The Start of the End
The West Highland Way – even the very name must resonate with all hikers and lovers of the outdoors across the United Kingdom and beyond. It conjures up images of lochs and rivers and misty glens, moors and mountains, high roads, low roads, and blooming heather.
Day 8: Apples, Pals, and Puddles
It was harvest season, and several of the farm houses we passed had tables set up on the roadside with honesty boxes, and great piles of apples for sale, along with chicken and even duck eggs. After passing a few of these we could no longer resist and got an apple each. We couldn’t guess what variety they were, but they were crisp and sweet. Duncan declared his the most delicious apple he had ever eaten.
Day 7: Coasting
They were the iron figures of Antony Gormley’s Another Place installation, of which there are a hundred dotted along Crosby Beach. Each of them gazes out to the horizon. They seemed wistful. I identified with them hard. I was also wet, stiff, and aspiring to something far away.
Day 5: The March of Industry
In one day I had walked through thousands of years, from the Bronze Age into the Age of Steel.
Day 4: The Man in the Pub
“I just really want some chips. I’ve been walking for four days.”