Walking histories

A walk in the rain this morning, although it’s brightening up now. It’s fun even in the rain. I could walk less, but only if I eat less, and that’s not easily done.

As I think I mentioned, I’ve been compiling a map of our walking history. I like to think that we’re getting to know this land on foot, the only way to know it properly. We have a number of nodes, places where we’ve lived and there are walks all round them. Some of them are joined up already. Maybe one day they’ll all join up and give us a sense of being in one continuous place, not just isolated places. I saw a union flag on a vehicle just now, and remembered how I used to love it. I don’t anymore. Nevertheless, this European island* is the one I know and the one of which I am bizarrely fond.

God, help me to be
a critical friend to my nation,
remembering always your call
to do justice, love mercy and walk humbly with you.

* I’m not so familiar with the other parts of the UK.

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