The Basingstoke Canal
So we have returned having completed 70 miles in 4 days. I've wrecked the lower halves of both my legs but I have a head teeming with cool air and a reel of images I'm only now beginning to sort through. If I get a quiet moment, it feels as if the thing is unspooling by itself and I have to focus on something else or get lost in the deluge of images. It's a most odd feeling.
There is a kind of madness to a long walk, a madness built from repetition; and yet what returns is a true sense of time and distance, and how the two are inextricably linked. And what also returns is a true sense of geography and the shape of the reverberating land under roaring feet. Truly, this land we live in is a thing of wonder.
...to limp the earth
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