Why walk

No answers yet, beyond the obvious: it’s uncomplicated and within my capacities. The pace is about right. You meet a lot of fellow peregrinos, some you walk with, eat with, talk with. But my guess is that mostly it’s a question best answered by not being asked.

The extraordinary landscape with its muscular steeps, spring pouring out in the meadows and hedgerows, their daisies, buttercups, red and white clover; forget-me-nots laced in the undergrowth by the path; the glorious limpid green of this years leaves bright against the darker conifer; the clanking bells of the ponies, goats and sheep; the beautiful wrecks and ruins with their hidden histories – these are all answers for today.