Resolution of Illogical Conflict
Running, Walking and Words.Illogical Conflict
You can love someone and hate the choices that they have made.
This conflict is illogical. It is a purely human trait.
Dartmoor Way
Day 1.
It started well, was brilliant in the middle and the ending was superb. A great kick off activity for the 108 miles around Dartmoor. We kicked off in Okehampton at 12:30 and walked the short 9 miles to Lydford, where we are staying at the Castle Inn currently. Great pub, superb rooms and brilliant staff. Would definately recommend.
Couple of false starts at the outset. I took the wrong road out of Okehampton. (Navigation is my responsibility, isotonic drinks is MIke’s!) but we soon got back on track and made our way across Okehampton Golf Club and into the moor proper.
Another slight deviation meant that we had to backtrack slightly to traverse Meldon Viaduct, but boy! Was that worth it!
A short rain squall meant that we had to don our wet weather gear about 3 in the afternoon, but it was over before it started and we made the descent into Lydford for about 4pm. Couple of pints of Jail Ale to finish the day off, but all in all, a great start to the week.
Day 2
Was brutal, no two ways about it. The ascent into Dartmoor proper just kept going. Incredible scenery and the view of Belton Church was superb, albeit, a long way away. I painted it some months before I even thought about walking Dartmoor. We met in Tevistock for lunch and set out in the afternoon to get to the Dewerstone carpark, where I used to climb many moons ago.
Day 3
The trip to Ivybridge, and then onto Shipley Bridge in the afternoon. It got pretty bleak on the moor itself, but we were soon wrapped in waterproofs and not really paying that much attention to anything around us. The ground underfoot was punishing and I wasn’t sure I was going to like the look of what was happening to my feet. True enough, when I got the hotel that evening, my worst fears were realised. I had a word with my stockbroker and bought shares in a blister plaster company. Or at least, that’s what it felt like. We stayed in South Brent and were treated to a cracking meal and some local folk music.
Day 4
Tech failure! Nothing recorded, nothing to show for our efforts. But we were joined by a number of people for the walk itself. Moving onto Asburton for lunch and then pushing to Bovey Tracy. The scenery was good, the food was incredible, but the company was even better.
Day 5
Bovey to Mortenhampstead and then onto Chagford. Coming around the shoulder of the Dartmoor Way felt incredible, we had company in the morning, but were left with just Mike and I in the afternoon as we pushed onto Chagford. The treat of which was being joined by family for the last evening. #littleDacombe and the old’ uns met us for dinner in Chagford.
Day 6
The last push. Chagford to Okehampton. Brilliantly met by #littleDacombe about hald way through the walk. We ended up walking into Okehampton about 1-ish. Chocolate brownies, coffee and a snooze in the car on the way home. Just brilliant.
The last Hurrah!
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Knee. Jerk. Reaction
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You are what you eat, update.
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Other streams of consciousness
When I’m not working, walking, cooking or otherwise enaged, I write.
Short Stories
Longer than 100 Words, shorter than a book. What more could you want?
100 words
An experiment in micro-fiction. Some of it lands, some not so much. Have fun!
Leaving the city
He looked out of the carriage at the physical scars gouged into the earth as the train thundered out of the city. At points, the trains speed made individual features difficult to see. Elsewhere the size of the destruction made them impossible to ignore. For 60 long...
TerrorForming
The blood dried on his face under the intense heat. He could feel his skin being pulled in different directions causing itching and stretching in ways that he found more distasteful than the viscous fluid caking on his cheeks and mouth. But he dared not move. He...
Spiral
It’s not that I fear death, but rather, that at the instant of my passing, my life will flash before my eyes and embarrassment is the thing pushes me over the edge. You know, watching the scales that take into consideration those worthy things and their despicable...
The Path
We saunter blithely through this endless space, Where we have no right to be. Collecting cluttered, contradictory noises, That in some Utopia might be cohesive. Choice. The outcome of bad decisions. Imagination,...
Gift
Tired, aching and lonely, staring forlornly out of the grey window pane, watching the rain batter the glass on this bleak, forbidding day; he realised that it was his most fundamental task, and the most powerful gift, to be able to create life, summon the sun and...
Sometimes
Remember that time when they lost it? You reeled from their onslaught and had to stop reacting with resentment? You had to tell yourself that it said more about their state of mind that it did yours, that it was a reflection of where they were, not of where you are?...
