ILL MET by STREETLIGHT

Each morning we set off and walk 10 km,this time of year it's in darkness and well trod paths become unfamiliar lit by sodium street lights.

Most of the walk is on well lit stretches some across Norfolk marshes and a long cycle path/footpath alongside the railway line pools of light inter spaced with darkness.

even at 6am these footpaths are relatively busy with dog walkers, joggers and people cycling and walking to work,the walk takes in 3 different social areas
The quite residential estate at 6.30am these people mostly office workers and management are still in bed. the second along the railway is a 1960's feeder estate for the large industrial site across the bridge,it is said you can judge how developed a country is by the way it separates traffic from people,this section is uncivilised with bikes coming silently at you from all angles ridden by people with sullen faces all intent on getting to work not liking the hindrance of backpacking hikers with time on their hands.

most of the time we walk two abreast

Ant and Dec style (two tv entertainers who always stand in the same positions) through this section we walk cautiously in single file ready to take avoiding action.

the third section starting through the woods is quite with just the odd walker on his way to work,we pass silently viewing each other with suspicion,no one brave enough to say good morning for fear of inviting a mugging or worse, we have tried greetings in the past only to be met with sullen silence, coming out of the wooded area seems to put a smile back on peoples faces and the odd good morning from the dog walkers and the first batch of joggers flanked by cycle outriders, cross the main road and up the hill to home. This morning we discussed recreating the morning break on the camino and just stopping at home for coffee and then repeating the loop all over again....

The English Way

El Camino Ingles from La Coruna (or Ferrol) to Santiago de Compostela is just under or over 100km depending which of the two Galician coastal towns you start from.
Initially a landing place for boats from England and Ireland so that pilgrims could avoid the enemy France, fair enough I thought, so as a starter to the main course of the well travelled Camino Frances and thanks to Ryanair me and our Rosie plan to walk "The English Way" in February, when not only will we avoid the French but probably the rest of mankind as well.
This has acted like a bomb being dropped in to our safe cosy walking round the houses like a teddy bear way of training,The excitement is back the thrill of moving out of my comfort zone is a heady thing, This baby-boomer is in danger of becoming an adrenalin junkie I may have to open another packet of ginger biscuits.
Since booking the flights it seems like I haven't been off the computer checking this and that, fun fun fun.
No appropriate photo to post, so here's one of daughter number two after getting a FIRST from Essex University this summer

Pining for the Rias

Rainy Days and Wednesday always gets me down.

nothing like a damp English morning
in November to get you thinking and planning. I love this part of England

where i now live,Norfolk is beautiful

but there is only so many sun rise sun set pictures you can take without like topol in "fiddler on the roof" be reminded of old age.
and while I'm on song titles as in"Clare to here"
I long to see white horses dance across another

ocean, and where better than the coast of death in green Spain. Galicia with the longest coastline in Spain due to its fjord-like rias .

One of the benefits of old age is you qualify for certain things i.e. in England a free country wide bus pass and in Spain a golden days(yuk) reduction at the "parador" hotels based in grand
buildings. the one on the left is considered Spain's best and is a castle in Bayona
the view out of our window was breathtaking.This harbour first heard the news of the "New World" when Columbus and "Pinto" sailed in.

The view of the pigeon is on the castellated walls of the hotel looking toward "the islas cies"

the view on the right is from a Celtic settlement above "La guardia" the Rio Mino and Portugal

beyond, A beautiful and tranquil place.

( spot the Englishman)

Santiago de compostela

I've sunbathed on Kinder

In late summer we had the first proper holiday with just the two of us for 25 years,it rained most of the week but it was bliss and a taste of things to come now our children are all grown up.
As part of our training for the camino we took the caravan and headed for the derbyshire dales the first national park in England which in part came about by the mass trespass on "Kinder Scout"of 500 ramblers in 1932
http://kindertrespass.com/index.asp?ID=37 and immortalised in the song "the Manchester rambler" by Ewan McCall
Kinder at 631 meters is the highest peak in the national park,hardly a mountain, but enough to challenge these Norfolk dwellers.
another reason for visiting derbyshire was my first grandchild she who must be obeyed queen Izzy, a great day was had and I'm fairly sure all got home safely at the end of the day.



The week was made up of mostly low level walks in the rain not too testing for these seasoned walkers,It seems strange to talk in those terms about me and Rosie but seasoned we are, nearly a year into our "new life" and all is well.
This hasn't always been the case 25 years is a long time, half of Rosie's life has been spent with me and while I would like to say its all been sweetness and light I would be lying,but somehow walking gives you the space and time to talk,argue,shout and slag each other off if need be without any distractions or blood being spilt.

The mass trespass of kinder scout was always a major focal point of my fathers life,this pre war mass demonstration of working men demanding the right to roam.
"I'm a rambler I'm a rambler from Manchester way I get all my pleasure the hard moorland way.
I may be a wage slave on Monday but I am a free man on Sunday"
so actually to do the walk and follow in the footsteps of those 500
men who were unable by law to do what I now take for granted .
was something special.

starting from Bowden bridge quarry the first landmark is Kinder reservoir where in 1932 the first fighting took place between the gamekeepers of the duke of devonshire and the 500 hikers, as there was only 30 gamekeepers the fighting didn't last long and the jubilant hikers stormed up to the kinder scout plateau.
I love this picture of Rosie £13000 worth of teeth veneers and breast augmentation hoping to get 500 hikers fighting over her.




A steep walk up a water gully takes you to the ridge below the summit, the main benifit of daily walking isn't that the pain gets easier but the recovery is quicker,this was the point when I first truely realized that the camino was possible.
At this point the long distace walk "the pennine way" crosses kinder.
I was only sitting down to admire the view honest!!



I love looking back on how far and how high you have climbed,
this view of the kinder reservoir seems so far away but only seems moments ago I was taking rosies photo.








Lunch break on kinder with rosie chatting up some old ram

Below rosie in this pic are steep steps into the valley below,you can see the small figures in the distance,

the day we did this climb was the only clear day of the whole weeks holiday.

after the mass trespass 5 people were arrested and later imprisioned but this was the starting point in england of the "right to roam" which went through many changes untill full rights to roam uncultivated land became law in 2003.

As well as a pleasure it was a privaledge to walk on land made possible by a group of working men who not long after fighting for the right to recreation in englands green and pleasant land were fighting other wars.

how would you like to carry my pack on the road to santiago?

-home again home again jigerty jig.

coming to a country near you soon

Pilgrimage to New York

Watching the truly amazing story unfold in the American elections,who would have thought it,from Rosa Parks to Barack Obama in my lifetime.

My generation "The Baby Boomers" came through the 60's/70's with a love hate relationship with America, hate for its foreign policy and the uncivilised way it treated some of its citizens.

and love of its culture-music-and great writers.

So despite having done the marching,the demonstrations,the protesting I had always fancied living in Greenwich Village New York,hanging out in Washington Square Park with the rest of the beat generation singing " The times they are a changing" with Mr Zimmerman playing his guitar.

It never happened,mainly due to the lack of money but also London was a happening place too.
last year was a major landmark for me "60 years" and in answer to Rosie's question of where is the one place you have always wanted to go? it was a no brainer.

Delivering 2000 telephone directories and the selling of a original poster from the Spanish civil war on e-bay provided most of the finance and endless surfing the net got us a forth floor illegal sublet apartment on Thomson and Bleeker for one week.

I spent hours on the Internet researching and in particular the Greenwich village web cam on the corner opposite bleeker street and macdougal watching the locals come and go passed the Italian cafe on the corner,impatient to be there.

One long flight two films one mad taxi-ride (he had a map on his knee asking ME for directions) and carrying suitcases up 4 floors and we were there, our own "village apartment" sorry i will just repeat that, our own village apartment, that's what us locals call Greenwich village.

The week passed in a blur so much to do so much to see-No-Ho So-H0 Dumbo-empire state building ( not me,too scared) flat iron building-Ellis island, the statue of liberty, grand central station, time square by day and time square by night but always at the end of the day back home to the village, and back home it truly felt, I could have stayed there the whole week, and longer.

They say that there is always one moment that defines a pilgrimage,mine came at the end of the week, Rosie and number 3 daughter Emily had serious shopping to do and a sex and the city tour to attend. I had one day one whole day to myself,

on the stairs I met a young women and her child struggling with a pushchair, as i gave a hand the child called me daddy,and in my best polite English I said I would love to be but unfortunately i wasn't

the mother then said my accent was charming and was I Australian!!!,I explained who I was, chatted a bit longer and then went on my way.

The day was spent in nostalgic wanderings along well known but unvisited places subway out to Brooklyn heights walk back to Manhattan across the bridge,viewing the place of George Washington's retreat across the east river,subway to the start of bleeker street and walking the whole length right through to the Hudson

Stopping for a break at Washington square park where the students still play guitars but viewed me with suspicion watched the chess matches taking place ,too shy to sit down and play.

walked positively along west 4th street saw the basketball taking place by the subway.wishing I was just a few years younger and able to take part.

Finely sitting down at my cafe on bleeker and macdougal opposite my well watched web-cam ate my meal at the pavement table drinking too much wine ,reflecting how foolish this old man was trying to live the past in this tourist town, when i was hailed from across the street by my neighbor and her child,I smiled and waved back and continued to smile for the next half hour because for a couple of seconds this mother and child had made me feel like a local,sad maybe but this simple greeting made my week.

so all those years ago maybe change was happening and still is " better start swimming or you'l sink like a stone for the times they are a changing"