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Writing now, I must try to lay down the ambient background of slowness, heat and modest but constant pain. ⁣ Too loud and you will tire of the moaning. Too soft and you miss a critical dimension. ⁣ Plug away, plod away, drift away. Time does the rest, turning a walk into something richer, as cream changes to golden butter under duress. ⁣ Though individual days blend together, the result becomes an experience more vibrant than the mere cumulative act of trudging towards the next sit-down and sandwich. Travel long and slow and you learn to pay attention. ⁣ Time moves strangely on the road: at once fast and slow. ⁣ There is real time, told by tolling church towers and the sun’s relentless sweep. But there is also walking time, marked by the body and mind – tortured soles and souls – that pays scant heed to the chronological order of the universe. ⁣ Weeks fly, days pass, hours and minutes drag: just me, my violin and my shadow slowly crossing the landscape with Laurie. ⁣ ‘The days,’ he wrote, ‘merged into a continuous movement of sun and shadow, hunger and thirst, fatigue and sleep, all fused and welded into one coloured mass by the violent heat of that Spanish summer.’ ⁣ This is just one day of my life. But every day to come will depend fractionally on what I do today. I must live it as vividly as I can bear to do.⁣ ⁣ (An extract from my new book, ‘My Midsummer Morning’. Available for sale now – link in my bio. Thank you / Gracias!)⁣ ⁣ #MyMidsummerMorning⁣ View on Instagram https://ift.tt/30oSD8U Read »
Shouting from My Shed – 32 Hello and welcome to June! Time for evening bike rides, river swims, and sleeping on hilltops… 👉 For years now I have been running a Summer Solstice Microadventure Challenge. Start making plans for some moments of wonder in the build-up to […] Read »
Shouting from my Shed 30 Dumêlang, Mholweni, Sawubona, Hello! 👉 If you’d like to enjoy a copy of My Midsummer Morning on publication day, the deadline for ordering it is this Friday. Please buy a book and give it to a friend. You can order it on my website, Amazon UK, Amazon US, or Worldwide […] Read »
A Night on a Hill with Friends Problem: Too busy working? Friends dispersed far and wide? No time to enjoy hanging out together? Solution: Meet on a Hill (For more ideas like this, and to make your own microadventures, maybe you’d like to buy the Microadventures book?) Read »

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Writing now, I must try to lay down the ambient background of slowness, heat and modest but constant pain. ⁣ Too loud and you will tire of the moaning. Too soft and you miss a critical dimension. ⁣ Plug away, plod away, drift away. Time does the rest, turning a walk into something richer, as cream changes to golden butter under duress. ⁣ Though individual days blend together, the result becomes an experience more vibrant than the mere cumulative act of trudging towards the next sit-down and sandwich. Travel long and slow and you learn to pay attention. ⁣ Time moves strangely on the road: at once fast and slow. ⁣ There is real time, told by tolling church towers and the sun’s relentless sweep. But there is also walking time, marked by the body and mind – tortured soles and souls – that pays scant heed to the chronological order of the universe. ⁣ Weeks fly, days pass, hours and minutes drag: just me, my violin and my shadow slowly crossing the landscape with Laurie. ⁣ ‘The days,’ he wrote, ‘merged into a continuous movement of sun and shadow, hunger and thirst, fatigue and sleep, all fused and welded into one coloured mass by the violent heat of that Spanish summer.’ ⁣ This is just one day of my life. But every day to come will depend fractionally on what I do today. I must live it as vividly as I can bear to do.⁣ ⁣ (An extract from my new book, ‘My Midsummer Morning’. Available for sale now – link in my bio. Thank you / Gracias!)⁣ ⁣ #MyMidsummerMorning⁣

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