We’ve bought a tent and sleeping bags. We have a camping stove and a plan. We have yet to buy a kettle and some torches - for we are going on a trek.
Friends will come and stay in our house while we are away and we have invited our neighbour Lucy Corrander to come with us.
It will be the journey of a lifetime - due North, then a figure of eight to take in Scotland, down the East side of England, across the country (missing London) and home!
Given that I need a day in bed after a walk to town and back, am sick if I hoover the living room and stairs in one go and rejoice if I can change the sheets on three beds without collapsing, the fun of this may be in the anticipation and retrospection rather than in the journey itself. For most of the time I expect my family will be carting me along rather than enjoying my company - but it will be fun, none the less.
Here is our route.
I’ve squashed Scotland a bit - we are going very much further North than the diagram implies, the Black Isle is not an isle and that my heart is in the North East is evident from the sudden outbreak of towns - but it gives an idea of where we are going. The counties South of London, West of Weymouth and down the middle are given a miss but we’re going almost everywhere else on the mainland it seems - even a bit out to sea - for the Summer Isles really are islands.
There will be lots to talk about when we get back - equally, there’s much to get ready before we go . . . so I’ll be fading out here for a while. We’ll be practising putting up the tent and taking it down, washing the floors, staking the tomatoes, buying provisions. Not blogging.
I’m not very good at not-blogging - but that is the plan!
We’ll be back at the end of August . . . so I’ll be popping up here again then. Assuming I can still sit straight!