Categories: holidays, health, pilgrimage
Tags: walking
Date: 02 March 2010 11:08:24
Typical. I spend months worrying about my health; finally get the all clear, and what happens? I get zapped by a dose of coldus vulgaris (excuse my inventive use of latin; I passed O Level 35 years ago). Just at the time when decisions need to be made. So, I'm struggling to put an Ignatian hat on top of my Franciscan one, ("In a period of desolation, don't go back on a decision made during a time of consolation." or somesuch).
More positively, we're now free to begin to plan more of our wanderings o'er hill and dale. Starting, in my case, with a visit to an outdoor equipment shop tomorrow, to, I hope, get some adjustments made to the fit of my walking boots. After one hundred miles plus last autumn, I ended up rolling round the Massif Central in a fair imitation of a cross between John Wayne and the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Not a pretty sight. On the other hand, I'm positively salivating at the thought of all those thermal baselayers, state of the art rucksacks, gadgets, widgets and oojimaflips. "Get thee hence..."