Monthly Archives: September 2012
27/08/12 It takes all kinds
There are people who I’ve met on my journey who have needed very little explanation as to the whys and wherefores behind it. Take Jan and Colin for instance. It was over a year ago when I met them in … Continue reading
27/08/12 So you want to walk a mile in my shoes? Just follow the psychopath…er cycle path
The Sustrans route 75 cycle path is a delight that takes the traveller from Paisley, a built up and, until the 70’s, industrial town close to Glasgow, nearly all the way to Wemyss (pronounced Weems) Bay, a small settlement on … Continue reading
24/08/12 There but for the…
Since my route took me close to my Dad’s old stomping grounds in Paisley (not the swirly pattern, the town near Glasgow – there again, the thought of dad being a dandy gadabout in a paisley smoking jacket does have … Continue reading
22/08/12 Practicing what he Preaches
It was a bit of a hit and a miss day in downtown Glasgow…a bit sunny, bit rainy…cloudy… I decided to go to Costa coffee (other beverage boutiques are available) and successfully blagged a latte in exchange for a non- … Continue reading
21/08/12 5 Years
Five years ago my world kind of collapsed. I’d been dipping in and out of my mental health malady for a number of years but now things were getting progressively worse. I was a senior social worker in a busy … Continue reading
10/08/12 Goodbye to the Highlands.
10/08/12 Goodbye to the Highlands. Now this feels a little weird – all the walking I’ve done for quite some time has been in the stunning beauty of the Scottish Highlands, with all that entails… The splendid isolation… The not … Continue reading
09/08/12 Arran, what a laugh.
The islanders, who I’d convinced myself were miserable, proved to be a friendly and jolly bunch. Preconceived ideas? Me? What was I thinking? I’d actually beloved the results of a government survey?! All thoughts of Mr Alarm Call soon dissolved … Continue reading
08/08/12 In pursuit of happiness
08/08/12 In pursuit of happiness Looking east towards Loch Ranza on the Isle of Arran from my vantage point at the Kintyre ferry port of Claonaig I was touched by the calmness of the water across Kilbrannan Sound. A calmness, … Continue reading
07/08/12 Moving at a Snails Pace
Having failed to find a room at the inn in Tarbert I managed to camp in a field about a mile to the south. I returned in the morning to replenish my supplies of sunset yellow, caffein, sugary carbonated water … Continue reading
06/08/12 we’re doing a special for people with mental health problems…
It had been a mixed couple of days – the weather had been, er, feisty, positively far eastern in it’s monsooniness. I’d been adopted by a family – Jim, who’d just retired, his wife, Anna and her brother, Tony. They … Continue reading
