It was the stillness that mattered the most, he believed, not the silence that so many people thought they needed.
It was the stillness that mattered the most, he believed, not the silence that so many people thought they needed.
And when I look out of my window, well, I can’t help but recall Christmas Eve memories that seem to so much brighter and more joyous that how we are spending this one.
Our world of grey, of depressingly cancelled pre-Christmas delight, of tiers and bubbles and of no physical contact, is feeling today exactly as it looks.
Because, and here is the thing, when you want the words and feelings to flow, from your head, through your fingers and into reality, well, that’s exactly when everything just decides to stop.
Where are the words, where are they, when you feel your heart swelling, reacting, in ways that just need to be shared?
You know how it is, when you wake up and nervously pull back the curtains, knowing that you have something rather special arranged for today and that you really, really want the weather to be kind to you?
It’s the real, “I want to do this and achieve something” kind of effort, that makes things happen, that’s what I’m talking about here..
And I smile knowingly and allow them a glimpse, no more, into a world that I know they will love and want to know more about. Everyone does, that's the thing. Every time, that story, it's always a winner.
And suddenly, it was all over.
The final stage of our walk along the Sussex coast, the first significant walking challenge that we have ever set ourselves. And achieved.
Because whilst this stage may not have quite been the best, it was also not quite the last. But on both counts it was pretty close and that’s good enough for me right now.
But we picked things up again in a way that could very well be described as simple. A little like one of our earlier stages, we decided to do a short walk to make it easier to get back on track.
A strange title for a walk along the coast, I can hear you thinking. And yes, you would be right.
So how refreshing, how beautiful even, to spend some time with those that choose to be different.
The good news was that we felt fine.
Maybe we are becoming proper walkers after all.
It’s difficult not to like Brighton.
I mean, we go there often and it rarely fails to provide something to enjoy, whether it be music, art or just people watching. But Brighton, on a sunny, summers day, is always just a little bit special.
The only memorable thing to mention from this part of the journey was when we somehow nearly managed to get trapped when the gates on the railway crossing came down. I hope someone gets a good laugh from watching us on CCTV!
With the sun shining I felt able once again to look out at the beautiful sea view as we started walking along the promenade and think of the Mediterranean
And what I am trying to explain here, in a very long winded way, is that, after all of the planning for our walk, and despite my best efforts, we ended up with a little bit left over.
For every day that blows us away with its staggering and breathtaking beauty and challenging hill climbs there will inevitably be something a little more normal, and flatter, to follow.