Well, nearly back on the road. So many things buzzing through my head – this is unlikely to be coherent at the moment – but I thought it might be interesting for you to get some image of what it’s like in my mind.
I’ve been very comfortable – I’ve had a bed – regular food – baths and all the mod cons that I’d missed – that said, I’m not sure if I really missed them – perhaps I’m just learning to take them for granted again.
My uncles funeral has come and gone – I met up with family members who I hadn’t seen for 30 years – prior to that I’d met up with a friend I hadn’t seen for 25 years.
I dissociated for about a week – which is mightily challenging – the good news is I felt euphoric when I came out the other side.
We’ve had the news international nonsense – we’ve had prisons being privatised – I’ve stumbled across the 1953 Iranian coup where the uk and the united states turned over a legitimate, democratic, secular government because of oil (familiar?) and fear of communism.
I’m walking with the lovely lou and Barry from tomorrow when I get back to Golspie – where I’ll be properly back on the road again.
I’ve bought 4 litres of irn bru for £2. The drink of champions.
I experienced the speed of squeezy jet – turned up 2 hours early and got on the plane just in the nick.
Ella – having seen me for a lengthy period – kindly gave me her pre booked flight to Inverness. Since I’m not coming back on the plane, how much did we save ?
It’s like a gcse maths question.
The short answer is, on top of ella’s fare, to change the name on the ticket, it cost £70.
Who the? What the?
More on that later.
I want to talk about pyramids and upside down pyramids that reflect how I think and my brother thinks.
I want to talk about the circulation of the ross-shire journal (?)
I want to talk about dreams of publishing my little story.
I want to talk about walking with lou – having great days and still going bonkers.
I want to talk about the warm welcomes I’ve had from people I’ve never met and people who I’ve met a couple of times because they’re reading my stuff.
I want to talk about people who hear the walk a mile story once and want to be a part of it – by donating money – by wanting to walk with me – by offering me somewhere to stay – by being people.
I want to talk about the economy – I want to talk about people – I want to talk about how I want to get you lot to stick all your friends on the walk a mile group.
I want to talk about making a big event of walk a mile returning to edinburgh any ideas gratefully accepted.
I want to talk about how I hope to blag my way across to the islands.
Suffice is it to say – walk a mile in my shoes is back on.
Come and play
Walk a mile