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Jun 28
Day 8 – A Tail of Three Dogs – Shanklin – Chale
Italian Dreams We talked to two delightful Italian girls, Carlotta and Julia, both formidably bright. One was studying for her PHD in economics in Germany, the other working for Unilever in London. They were both adamant that Italy’s future lies in the Eurozone and they regaded the idea that Italy might revert to the Lira …
Jun 27
Day 7 – Filling the Void – Fishbourne – Shanklin
Hello Constable We travelled from Fishbourne to Shanklin, about twelve miles. Constable country with the old world feeling about the place as if Dad’s Army might potter into sight at any time. The last three miles were traversed the sea shore. We spend the night in a couple of Victorian cottages sited in a large …
Jun 25
Day 6 – Royals and Rackets – Day Off
Win/ win A successful businessman and ZANE donor told me that he made his money by stealing from the rich and selling to the blind! You have been warned! — Wilde Speculation When Oscar Wilde was asked if he believed other planets harboured life, he said that he did, “Why?” they asked. “Because we are their …
Jun 24
Day 5 – Reality Bites – Havant to Fishbourne
Lame Excuse I sat and stared dismally at my red and rather swollen left foot. “I don’t think I can walk today dear,” I said to Jane. She strode over to take a look then she grabbed it and gave it a squeeze. I yelped. Jane stared at me with narrowed eyes, then she gave …
Jun 23
Day 4 – Scrooge – Chichester to Havant
My Left Foot I am in Chichester A&E with a swollen rather painful left foot. The local doctor suggested I should have it X-rayed to ensure nothing is broken. After the X-ray – and what an efficient hospital it is – I walked, or rather shuffled, down a corridor barefoot carrying my socks and shoes. …
Jun 22
Day 3 – The Selfish Gene – Arundel to Chichester
My Pain, Her Gain Miles walked through a weather forecaster’s nightmare. Each time we put on our waterproofs the sun blazed down and then more or less instantly starts a Noah scale downpour. Eight miles in I told Jane that I was stiff all over like an ancient cart horse just taken from the summer’s …
Jun 22
Day 2 – Through a Glass, Darkly – Sompting to Arundel
Wilde and Beautiful We stayed last night with the Lears; they are old friends we have known well for thirty years. They live in a glorious farm surrounded by assorted ducks, hens and bees and some of their adult children; they have the rare gift of effortless hospitality. On through the endless suburbia of Worthing: …
Jun 21
Day 1 – The Heart of Darkness – Brighton to Sompting
Brighton (didn’t) Rock We trail through Brighton keeping to the rather tatty sea-shore. I don’t much like touristy seaside resorts in the sunshine but in the grey mizzle that passes for an English summer, the sea road out of Brighton is not a pretty picture. Our walk is punctuated by cheap eateries and second hand …
Jun 20
Day 0 – Nobody Knows (the Trouble I’ve Seen)
The Day before – where to begin? The worst possible trip to the start line. Sod’s law kicked In snd what could go wrong did go wrong. Never ending trafic snarl ups and our drivelling sat nav suddenly rebooted itself and decided to take us to Wales! That’s the cost of relying on what my …
Jul 25
The Day After – Fifty Shades of Name
It’s funny to be back. The tension of the last three weeks has been acute and I keep wondering when I have to start packing or walking or be polite to strangers again. I find it hard to relax and I am finding it to difficult to sleep. I don’t really feel much like sitting …