“Quirky,” she said, “that’s what I always wanted to be.”
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I’m sure many of us feel this way at times. Some of us more often than others, of course. Many of us blessed with a sense of personal awareness will know that what others think of us is irrelevant to keeping our own happiness at a healthy level. But we also know that there are times when such a view is just plain wrong.
Because, and here is the thing, when you want the words and feelings to flow, from your head, through your fingers and into reality, well, that’s exactly when everything just decides to stop.
And suddenly, it was all over.
The final stage of our walk along the Sussex coast, the first significant walking challenge that we have ever set ourselves. And achieved.
Because whilst this stage may not have quite been the best, it was also not quite the last. But on both counts it was pretty close and that’s good enough for me right now.
But we picked things up again in a way that could very well be described as simple. A little like one of our earlier stages, we decided to do a short walk to make it easier to get back on track.
A strange title for a walk along the coast, I can hear you thinking. And yes, you would be right.
The good news was that we felt fine.
Maybe we are becoming proper walkers after all.
It’s difficult not to like Brighton.
I mean, we go there often and it rarely fails to provide something to enjoy, whether it be music, art or just people watching. But Brighton, on a sunny, summers day, is always just a little bit special.
The only memorable thing to mention from this part of the journey was when we somehow nearly managed to get trapped when the gates on the railway crossing came down. I hope someone gets a good laugh from watching us on CCTV!
With the sun shining I felt able once again to look out at the beautiful sea view as we started walking along the promenade and think of the Mediterranean
And what I am trying to explain here, in a very long winded way, is that, after all of the planning for our walk, and despite my best efforts, we ended up with a little bit left over.
For every day that blows us away with its staggering and breathtaking beauty and challenging hill climbs there will inevitably be something a little more normal, and flatter, to follow.
In fact, we managed to get ourselves lost four times during the walk, even with an Ordnance Survey map in hand, asking for help and finding it from some very kind locals.
The generosity and friendliness of strangers is something we are hoping to find more of on our adventures this year.
And, as is often the way with a beginning like this, once she had actually been seen, well, she just seemed to stay seen.
Unexpectedly, if I am being honest, as the grey and overcast weather had seemed set for the season. But blue skies appeared and so did the people. It was that kind of day.
And when the weather got wetter and wilder, it drove me inside to dry out and warm up. I chose the nearest and most convenient place and, by chance or by luck, take your pick, it also happened to be the coolest.
She liked to think that she was helping him to be the best that he could be, and to maybe fulfill some of the dreams and desires that he managed to keep hidden most of the time.
Perhaps only those with a heightened sense of time would venture out in such conditions, to walk the shifting, crunching shingle and to hold a defiant face up to the weather.