In truth, I am a little scared of moving at speeds that exceed the human body’s maximum step. Trains, buses, cars, aeroplanes; no matter what the mode, if I am not making progress on my own two feet, something uncomfortable stirs inside me. For that reason, perhaps with the odd exception or three, I find myself walking everywhere.
I have been fortunate enough to find myself wandering many paths around the world – from the Overland Track in Tasmania to the mountains of Vancouver Island. In 2013, my brother and I walked across Europe – as chronicled in my book, A Walk to the Water – and this springtime, with the chill of winter at our backs, we will walk again, from the lowlands of England to the Cape Wrath peninsula on the northern shores of Scotland. I take such opportunities with great gratitude, knowing that not everyone can do the same. But walking can begin and end wherever we please, that’s its greatest asset; step out of your front door, feel the ground and see the trees.
Unionising my love of travel and my desire to remain on my feet, this is a blog about the the notes of a walker. From journal entries and written observations to sketches, paintings, past adventures, and lessons gained, the blog can be used as a means to learn, understand or simply enjoy the world of walking and the beauty that it has to offer.
As well as being a blissful outlet for myself, I love the idea of the blog being enjoyed by you guys too. Please like, share and comment on any of my posts.
I am always interested in learning more, so if you feel that your blog(s) may interest me, let me know and I will be sure to check them out.
Wishing you all well,
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