I've been walking through Anglesey, there have been half days, there has been time spent waiting in barns for the worst of the rain to stop, spent dozing in caravans, spent dripping in pubs thinking about where I could sleep that night. I'm not sure how I've managed to walk so little though. Maybe it's because I haven't been very good at early mornings; this time of year there's so little light that I need to get up early in order to get a decent mileage in before dark and most mornings, eszpecially when I'm staying woith someone, I don't get going until ten.
Anglesey is pretty amazing though, gorgeous craggy cliffs and small bays with crashing waves. It's a new experience compared to the relatively unchanging countryside vistas I'm used to after almost two thousand miles of inland walking.
I've been filmed for ITV news, that was pretty cool. A really nice morning trying to enumerate my feelings in a calm yet interesting way without repeating myself, touching my hair or saying erm too much. I felt good about it as I walked into Holyhead that afternoon. It was different that night as I freaked out a bit when it was shown, the stark reflection of my physicality on screen a little unwelcome.
I'm having my day off in a holiday let, five bedrooms, just as many bathrooms, a sea view and huge tv, just for me. I can sit here and watch the excerable weather outside, feeling very glad I'm not out there battling it.
I'm glueing my boots today, they're slpit at the sides and I'm not quite ready to buy another pair yet. I'm also sewing various holes that have appeared in various pieces of clothing, detangling hair whipped into tangles by 40mph winds and rubbing muscle oil into my legs. Oh and eating cereal and crisps. It's a pretty normal day off really.
Not sure what else to say, I spend my days crafting beautiful words and insights as I walk with the wind and hillsides but somehow, when I come to rest, I just want to sit and not do anything at all, my brain is resting too I suppose.