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Today - the need for solitude

3/31/2015

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I am walking while wanting to hide.  I am hiding while wanting to walk.  It's been a strange week, this time of return, of spring, of newness, re-beginnings.  I felt immediately happier on my return to Wales, the warmth of the colours, the sharp increase in the dimensions of my horizons.  No more being hemmed in by grey buildings, exhaust smoke hanging in a flat landscape, so flat that canals provided most of the nature walking, no.  Here was blue sea, sun sparkling on lakes, heather lined paths, Anglesey in the distance, patches of snow on high mountains as the sun coloured my face down by the flat marshes.  Instead of a walk to hospital, always thinking of timings, the beginnings and ends of visits, now I had entire days and open landscapes, grass springing under my feet as sheep raised their heads to watch me pass, noses flaring after a trace of my scent.

This made me happy, the daffodils, the dawn chorus, the rain falling wet outside as I lay dry on a dusting of dead leaves and bat shit in a quiet, long forgotten building.  Deep swellings of joy came with the rediscovery of positive sensation, that a beautiful world still existed away from suburbs and hospitals.

My feet felt better, the pain of long overuse dimmed by inactivity so that I could feel the gentler sensations of the stretching and strength of my leg muscles.

I've enjoyed it, lots of this week.  But I've also felt deeply sad, there's a lot of shock that needs to trickle out of me.  Normally I'd hide, hibernate.  I'm 35 years old and I know my ways by now, the ways I deal with stress and they are - solitude and unhealthy food.  You may think that an extended daily walk would provide the solitude I need but it doesn't somehow.  I need to hibernate, not sit alone on a rock in an open landscape with a farmer on a quad bike ready to come buzzing over the horizon or fellow sensibly clad walker nearby, I need undisturbed alone.

So I've done my best with what I've got.  First it was a caravan in the garden of Dianna, Dyffryn Ardudwy.  I made my excuses as soon as I was able, escaping to the caravan sofa balancing a tray containing teabags, a jug of milk.  I stayed with her for three nights, eating chocolate cake and drinking blackcurrant whisky as I walked down from Maentwrog to Llwyngwyril, Dianna very kindly ferrying me daily between pick up and drop off points.

Then I went straight to Abergynolwen, a full day of road walking, turning inland from the coastal path towards Llanfihangel-y-pennant, the beginning of the Mary Jones Walk, a 56 mile detour to Bala and back.  "My house is empty" said Sarah, another lovely woman that I'd previously stayed with on the Coast to Coast walk, on my way between Swansea and Conwy, "I could leave the key under a rock by the front door".
What I meant to do was arrive Saturday afternoon and leave the next morning, walk along the route, probably to Bala before hitching to Bristol on Wednesday morning to arrive for a hospital check-up, 2.45pm.
What I've actually done is stay there until now, today, Tuesday.  Sleeping until ten every morning, walking around six miles on Sunday, around to the next valley and back again, visiting the house of Mary Jones, staying in the house all day Monday, trying to write, mostly succeeding.
I've felt bad about this at many points during the weekend.  I'm here to walk, I should be walking.  My limited budget is stretched to breaking point, there is no time to hang around, I need to keep going, keep pushing onwards, keep bloody walking....I am on a long distance walk after all.  But the other side of me says Calm down, you can take as long about this as you need, it's been an intense two months, take the time alone to do nothing that you clearly need. 
It's hard.  I guess is the shortened version of this entire post.  Now I'm in Cardiff, having successfully hitched down here with a nice elderly couple from Abergynolwen and a nice lorry driver from Senghenydd (hi Trevor and Jane, hi Tucker).  Next thing I'll do is get a train to Bristol, tomorrow I'll go to hospital to check to see if my cancer has come back (prediction in advance - probably not) and then I'll hitch to Nottingham to see my brother for the weekend. 
Then, next Monday I'll head back to Abergynolwen to continue walking.  Perhaps I was right to take that break where I could.  Now I write it all down it seems pretty hectic, actually.
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Vic an Kev link
4/2/2015 10:13:44 am

Hey honey, sometimes you just get a bit tired, not just physical but mental. Its ok, its normal, your regime has been a massive self imposed monumental walk. Its huge, enormous, but it gives you a structure that perhaps you needed when recovering from the cancer. But, there are no rules, and its good to change stuff, to chance it, to break the routine now and again. Mentally is almost more important than physical. And...its a rubbish time of year. We all yearn for the spring and come Jan we are looking out for any signs we can...and we all go off pop way too early so come end of March, esp this year it can be so disheartening as stuff happens so slowly. I always had in mind that once Easter was over it was Summer...straight away, get the deck chairs out, lotion on, prepare to burn and listen to some really cheesy choons. But this is Britain, its slow, it takes time...the snowdrops and primroses that we rejoiced in are still hanging on...bored now, the wind is still cold, its proper fed up time of year. So, keep going, and maybe look for a bluebell wood, that to me is always the first sign of the change of spring to summer, those bright spikey leaves, and then that blue. Enjoy, and remember, however hard it gets, and it does, there are so many people who would love to be doing what you do, but will never have the bravery to just give up everything and go on the road. We salute you, catch up at Glasto, you Super Woman! Go Girl, all our love, Vic and Kev

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