I went to Glastonbury Festival, for the second time during this now sixteen month journey. I would never have guessed it would take this long when I started out, would I even have started at all if I'd known how long I'd be committing for? This is an awful lot of pain and discomfort for one body.
Glastonbury is wonderful, I have a lot of fun, see incredible pieces of theatre, comedy and cabaret during the day and at night I put on my apron and talk a lot of rubbish in an entertaining manner to the various people who come to order our delicious pizza. It provides money for my charities, thanks to my employers donating a portion of their income. It also provides money for me, topping up my dwindling resources and allowing me to eat for the final two months of this journey. It's also incredibly physically difficult. I must reverse my sleep cycle; starting work at 8pm when normally I'd be readying myself for bed. Finish work 3 or 4am, try to sleep in a tent that slowly heats as soon as the sun rises. Sauna conditions are normally reached by about 8 or 9 am and I can stand no more, scrambling out of bed for fresh air. Glastonbury this year has shown me how shallow a reserve of strength I have remaining; it doesn't take much to exhaust me completely. I can walk, I do it for hours every day, but take me into something different and I flop.
I'm also tired in a different way. I'm tired of travelling, I'm tired of always moving. I want a place to live, where I can shut the door and not have to leave again. I want to go to bed for a week and not have to explain that to anyone. It's a suprise, this longing for a place, I thought I was a traveller, I thought I didn't have homely feelings. But I guess I do. Everyone needs a base, somewhere in the world to return to and although I have a town, I don't have much else. Normally I'm fine with that but I guess, after sixteen months of almost constant movement, hundreds of different beds, I want the change to stop. I want some surety and certainty, just for a while.
Nothing doing though, I'm not going to get it yet....
I need to pull myself together, find the energy and keep on going. Another 600 miles and, step by step, I'll complete them. I have to. It would impossible to give up now, so close to the end. When there are no other options, I'll keep walking. September, I'll be done by September.
Glastonbury is wonderful, I have a lot of fun, see incredible pieces of theatre, comedy and cabaret during the day and at night I put on my apron and talk a lot of rubbish in an entertaining manner to the various people who come to order our delicious pizza. It provides money for my charities, thanks to my employers donating a portion of their income. It also provides money for me, topping up my dwindling resources and allowing me to eat for the final two months of this journey. It's also incredibly physically difficult. I must reverse my sleep cycle; starting work at 8pm when normally I'd be readying myself for bed. Finish work 3 or 4am, try to sleep in a tent that slowly heats as soon as the sun rises. Sauna conditions are normally reached by about 8 or 9 am and I can stand no more, scrambling out of bed for fresh air. Glastonbury this year has shown me how shallow a reserve of strength I have remaining; it doesn't take much to exhaust me completely. I can walk, I do it for hours every day, but take me into something different and I flop.
I'm also tired in a different way. I'm tired of travelling, I'm tired of always moving. I want a place to live, where I can shut the door and not have to leave again. I want to go to bed for a week and not have to explain that to anyone. It's a suprise, this longing for a place, I thought I was a traveller, I thought I didn't have homely feelings. But I guess I do. Everyone needs a base, somewhere in the world to return to and although I have a town, I don't have much else. Normally I'm fine with that but I guess, after sixteen months of almost constant movement, hundreds of different beds, I want the change to stop. I want some surety and certainty, just for a while.
Nothing doing though, I'm not going to get it yet....
I need to pull myself together, find the energy and keep on going. Another 600 miles and, step by step, I'll complete them. I have to. It would impossible to give up now, so close to the end. When there are no other options, I'll keep walking. September, I'll be done by September.
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