Of course my horse - In the name of Thiago - Day 40
And so it was that at
the ungodly hour of 4.29am I roused myself from my slumbers, grabbed a quick
bite and chucked some walking clothes on. Or to be more accurate: the clothes I
walk in. Thirty two minutes later and I was out the door.
Pissing down it was to
begin with, which made me smile ruefully about still not having bought the
right clothes but then I thought, fuck it I’m doing this my way. And besides by
about 5.45 the rain had pretty much eased off and I had a certain bounce in my
stride. Well until the uphill parts began in earnest at any rate.
There is a certain joy
in a long walk which starts in complete darkness, drifts into sunrise before –
if you’re lucky – ending in sunlight. My favourite part of today’s walk was in complete
darkness, not even a lamppost in sight, when I made the acquaintance of this
chap. I love the way he turns towards me.
When I posted this on social
media earlier, I was tickled to see Twitter asking me ‘Who’s in this photo?’.
Regrettably I’d moved on before we got to move our relationship on to the next
level.
It was just around this
point of the journey, I guess 3-4 miles in, where I’ve already passed the
industrial estate when I start to see a couple of motorists coming the other
way. They were probably heading off to work at that same industrial estate. I
imagine them thinking ‘where the fuck is this bloke going?’ Because frankly
there’s nothing else for miles. And I allow myself a smile knowing that they’re
right. I ploughed on.
Now thanks to Fivestar
I had a much better route today as you’ll note from some of the other pics in
this blog. This time I went to Alsager on purpose – a terrific feat – and then
joined up with the Salt Line a lovely footpath, which in turn joins with the Trent
and Mersey Canal. It all meant that there was no hanging on to hedgerow for
dear life or traipsing up dual carriageway. I carried on in a calm measured
manner, well until the canal path anyway.
The early morning downpour
probably didn’t help me in this respect but hell it was all good and at least I
had suitable footwear on, even if the rest of me looked like an absolute
muppet. But you know what, I am as comfortable in my own skin as I’ve ever been,
so that really doesn’t trouble me one little bit. In truth I’ve never given
much of a shit about what people have thought about me.
Eventually the canal path
brought me out at this Italian restaurant at which point I was absolutely
shagged. It was only then that I realised that I still had a good mile and a half
to go and time was pressing on.
Eventually I arrived
at work at 10.05, thoroughly exhausted but feeling a true sense of
accomplishment and that’s not such a bad feeling to have before you’ve even got
to your desk. The lovely Claire brewed me up and also brought me home tonight.
So today I feel happy and blessed and that’s a pretty good note to finish on.
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