Bus Dreams

I'm spun out today; feelings blurred, body aching.  It's been a solid week of daily drinking, mince pie stuffing and cold lamb leftovers.  My muscles hurt; am I slowly relaxing after a week without walking or building up a layer of achohol toxins in my body.  Who knows, I just know that I'm going ahead to carry on.  Tomorrow.
I seem to have stopped being able to write this journey down, it's all becoing a blur.  One day I look up to the sky and there's a full moon, the next time I look the moon has all but disappeared, just a thin bright sliver decorating the horizon.  Time, days, miles are passing and they're indiscriminate from each other.  I can only let them pass, not trying to hold onto each one, there are too many now, ten months of memorable days have bulged and breached my memory banks.  It's all the same.  It's all amazing but it's also all the same.

I'm heading for Anglesey, that wonderous flat island.  Flat and frost free.  It should be a breeze; the wind being the only problem.  I'll press ahead, just 1300 miles to go, it feels like nothing, I'm sure I won't feel like that in time.  There's still months ahead.  Months more walking and my boots leak.  I'm searching for superglue in Bangor.
Superglue and sardines. and sugar. What I'll need for Anglesey.