Having been home a week my feet are nearly back to normal and now I realise how you can have a bit of a love hate relationship with a journey. The hate bit comes from the days when things don't go as planned or you are nursing particularly painful blisters with miles still yet to travel. The love end of the relationship is the simplicity,ease and interesting nature of the journey where new places are discovered which will remain firmly in you mind long after the journey is finished. I often wake and find that I have dreamt of a journey that contains elements of my walk. Looking at the maps spread out on my floor I find it hard to believe that I have walked almost the length of Britian. 916 miles in 8 weeks with just 126 miles left to travel to John O Groats. When I set out from Lands End on a wet morning all steamy and hot I was not sure I was going to make it .Truly the journey of a 1000 miles does start with the first step.
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