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Running and rabies

Ah. It’s me. I’m back. I still have a stack of posts to write up about “le grand walk” (not sure why it’s French, as I was walking in England, but anyway…) But in the meantime, a quick anecdote. I went for a run. Perhaps that was my first mistake....

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A bumpy day

I couldn’t let my shoe disaster stop me in my tracks. I now had a new pair of shoes, and it was time to finish the last bit of track from Bardney to Lincoln. I started where I so often started this week – at Lincoln bus station. I caught...

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A Soleful Day

After catching the bus to Lincoln, it was official that I was no longer a thru-hiker. But I couldn’t let the walk between Woodhall Spa and Lincoln go, well, unwalked. I may not be a thru-hiker, but I’m still insane. So after a few days sight-seeing, it was time to...

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Lincoln Days

I ended up spending 6 nights in Lincoln. It’s not what I intended, but it’s what happened. I didn’t completely succumb to urban relaxation, though. I still fit in 3 significant walks, as well as a visit to the Cathedral and the Guildhall. I don’t like religion. I have no...

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A perfectly ordinary day

Looking back over my posts, I feel like all I do is relate complaints and hi-jinks. But actually, most of walking is just that – walking. On a 30 kilometre day I’m doing 8 hours of walking, and only have 3 interesting tid-bits to share. On a good day (a...

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A day of rest

Serendipity is a wonderful thing. Rest is a wonderful thing. Pubs are wonderful things. Finding yourself serendipitously forced to rest at a pub is a wonderful thing cubed. The place I stayed in Goulceby was the Three Horseshoes, a pub with camping and glamping out the back. As I mentioned...

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The day I cried

I’ve done a lot of walking over the past decade. I’ve been brought low by steep hills, felt my body crumple at the thought of climbing yet another stile, withered in the face of a wrong path, an impassable ditch, the need to turn back and retrace my steps. But...

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A cow of a day

I quite like cows. I think they’re lovely creatures, and it’s amazing that something so enormous lives mostly on grass. Oftentimes on this walk, there will be a sign warning walkers that cows are about and they should stick to the path. The problem is, cows like the path too…...

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The longest day

The first day of walking is always 30 kilometres. It doesn’t matter what you plan. Think it’s going to be 25kms? It’s not. The map says 15? Lies. Certain it’s only going to be 12 kilometres? Think again, buddy! The first day is ALWAYS 30 kilometres. But I’m getting ahead...