Day 68: Pause (no photos)

I have only just begun to process what all this means. I am sure I will write about it on future days. Not today, though. And probably not this week, as I am going to try to keep on to Blacklion because apparently I am insane. See, there’s a meal, Friday night. At McNean’s, a…

Days 61 & 62: What Can You Do With A Blister On Your Foot

The rather large set of answers to the above question apparently includes “help lose a pub quiz, learn a historical poem, do a dry run of your upcoming route, and hear some trad.” So the 23km on pavement – one of the longer days I have walked since I started trying to actually be careful…