Wednesday, 11 May 2016

Day 0: Heading for the train to Minehead!

My new boots have been walked in, properly this time, and I enjoyed polishing them with beeswax this afternoon. I’m feeling so optimistic about the trip that I have even planned to walk the so-called “rugged alternative route” from Minehead to Porlock!

Why do I keep doing this?  You’d think that by now I would have learned that this is too much for my aging frame. The problem is that it always looks so inviting in prospect, and then as the day draws nigh, I realise that I haven’t done enough training, I have underestimated the demands of the specific trail and I am not getting any younger. Somewhere down this path, there will be a discontinuity!

Not yet!

I recall that I made a conscious decision not to make use of the South West Coast Path on my original Land’s End to John O’Groats walk. That decision was partly based on some reports that I had read on the net which emphasised the difficulty of the path; that it was very much more up and down than one would expect. I was determined that I should ease into that very long walk as gently as possible.  Also, I was conscious of the much greater costs associated with seaside B&Bs, and I was also earnestly interested in the industrial archaeology of Cornwall and Devon.  Now I’m below all that and up for the challenge! My experience on the Pembrokeshire coast whetted my appetite and I can’t wait to get back to the beautiful Southwest peninsula.

That said, it is actually a very long walk, influenced also by the many rivers, peninsulas and coastal features; 1000km (630 mi).  I don’t have permission to do the whole thing in one go (!), and could anyway hardly afford it, so I will be doing it over a few years. This year, I’ll be doing the first stage from Minehead to Westwood Ho! (the only town in Britain with an exclamation mark in its name!)

The other welcome difference is that Veronica will be joining me for the first three nights at my nightly B&Bs, though she won’t be walking. We will be meeting our very good friends, Rosie and Richard, who have a beach cottage in the area. This is a significant difference from my usual solitary progress, and it will be interesting to see how this affects my approach to walking and perhaps my very psyche!

You will be the judge…..

Leftovers and plate scrapings at all other times?

8 comments:

  1. Sounds like there's lots of fun coming for all of us! Good luck, Kev. I hope its a wonderful walk.

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    1. So do I Barbs! Things are looking up since last year! The WiFi on the train works! The devil must be asleep!

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  2. Your enthusiasm is infectious...I'm looking forward to your daily reports!

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    1. Thanks Phyllis! It seems such a long time since I was last down in the South West. Well, it is 5 years, so that is quite a long time! I do hope all is well in Canada. The stories from Fort McMurray are awful....

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  3. Five years...half a decade! And Sunday will be five years since our fateful meeting at Mellington...how the time has flown! We await your blog with great excitement!
    Meanwhile, there has been quite a rallying of support for Fort McMurray. The photos and stories have been quite terrifying.

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    1. I remember clearly opening the B&B door to let you in, and then yapping my head off over supper in Mellington! It all sends a shiver down my spine. So good to hear from you, Phyllis!

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  4. Hello Kevin,
    Good luck, and enjoy the path...looks like the weather is set fair.
    BTW, since we're potentially in bee swarming time of the year, and I'm assuming that your boots are leather, your feet might get sweaty, and you applied beeswax to their outers....Keep your ears alert for the din of thousands of bees, and bee prepared to unlace and jettison the boots over the cliff if the worst happens.... GH was seemingly the only person last week at Giverny to hear and see a swarm gathering above the massed hordes of people thronging the garden....and then realised he was the only person mad enough to be wearing an old sweaty leather hat...
    Look forward to the following posts of your endeavours...
    BW
    GH

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    1. Hi Julian,
      I can just imagine the Hobbit grumpily threading his way through all those hordes, with his leather hat firmly clapped on his head, and followed by a swarm of admiring bees. Their French bees must have got word from their Welsh cousins that an English bee admirer was coming to town!

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