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  "Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them." — Eeyore, from A. A. Milne's Winnie the Pooh

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Thanks again for taking us to such beautiful parts of Cornwall. The journey was really great with you.

- Rose Marie D, Germany

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My personal philosophy of walking

Remembering how to walk

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Strange title for a walking blog perhaps? Remembering how to walk.
Well surely walking is as easy as....well putting one foot in front of the other?

Of course but today was a special day. It was the first long walk I have done since before the lockdown and the beginning of the pandemic crisis, where movement of any kind was curtailed, questioned and denied as a collective, personal and natural right. If you have ever seen cows who come to open pasture after a winter indoors, they act so unnatural and bounce and skip and the burst of energy is just so "uncowlike", more Gary Larson's Far Side than the cud chewing laid back herds we are used to seeing. 

Well I wasn't bouncing, far from it. Having suffered with sciatica for 20 months with it getting worse rather than better I was more cautious, concentrating on my balance and posture making sure I listened to my body. So I chose a walk that I knew I could get back to the van within half an hour if need be and it was more of a three leafed clover shape walk.

However what was surprising and invigorating was how the mind opens up with the rhythm of the body and they start working together encouraging each other to connect like parts of an engine that are made of individual parts but together create movement. I rediscovered the primitive and natural qualities of walking that lead to a reconnection with our surroundings. I found the initial concentration on the body dissipated and I sort of grew into the walk and the terrain and everything that all my senses picked up on. How I've missed that feeling!

One of my favourite authors and academics Tim Ingold said "walking narrates the place of belonging" and while there has been a canon of literature written about Place which I will refer to in forthcoming blogs, today was a sense of belonging to the often travelled paths that I truly revelled in as I extended and extended the walk at various points. It was like rediscovering an old friend, a favourite piece of music one hasn't listened to for so long or a taste of a meal from long ago.

And what struck me most of all at the end of the walk was that I hadn't take one photograph. Normally something stands out specifically and demands attention but that is something to work on which will also come back. It's a knack, a sixth sense and my own interpretation. But today I was a voyeur, a flaneur observing it all as a whole. Overwhelmed probably and unable to differentiate between the layers I so often talk about. It was a mass of green, of water from river to sea, from woodland to beach, a stream of Spring colours and I was heady with the scent and colours and rhythm and sounds of peaceful bird chatter and soothing swaying of grasses. I was Home!