“All roads lead to Rome”, so they say, and that is certainly true of my walk so far. Leaving out islands and anything that calls itself an island, I am trying to follow the coast as far as possible although that is not always as easy as it sounds. There are so many meandering estuaries, stretches without footpaths, cliff subsidences and military no go areas, that I often find myself walking down many a dog turd lane and tarmac road, miles from the coast, wondering whether this was what I signed up for – not to mention the selfish farmers who plough up public rights of way and remove sign posts.
I suppose walking around “Britain” has to be taken with a pinch of salt, as I have not yet decided whether I’m going to take on Scotland. There are some extremely remote areas in Bonnie Scotland and with only occasional access to a car, the logistics may prove impossible. I think I will just see how I progress and cross that bridge when I come to it. I also need to say that I would not advise using my blog as a map or source of detailed information. A lot of the earlier posts are merely musings and I do tend to gloss over stretches where nothing much happens except in my head. Likewise distances are not given, as I have not worked out a way of recording them as I walk – I have an app on my phone but it uses up far too much of the battery and a pedometer, well, it’s just one more gadget to forget or worry about. So lets just say that I walk approx 12 miles a day, sometimes a little more and sometimes a little less.
This is a small edit – for my 60th birthday I was given a “jawbone” as a present – yes this is a gadget but not much trouble and I can now see how many miles I have walked – when I remember to take it with me.
Anyway, I decided to start in Norfolk because I spent roughly four years there – three as a carefree student and 15 months as a worried mother. As I only have the holidays and some weekends to do my walking, I tend to try and squeeze in a walk whenever and wherever I can. This means that although I had decided to walk clockwise around the country, with the sea on my left, my first walk was in fact anti-clockwise, from Sheringham to Wells. The following walk was then clockwise from Sheringham to Mundesley followed by a huge leap down to the south coast. From there I came back to Norfolk to do an anti-clockwise Wells to Titchwell, then down to the south coast again and wee….whehey! over to South Wales. Erratic it has been and will forever be, joining the dots………………………one thing I can say is that 10 years from now I hope to be celebrating at the lovely Titchwell Manor in North Norfolk.