#53 CONFESSIONS OF A NON-PURIST

Bless you all and welcome to LEJoG Day 53 Day 53 pre-amble Right, while first making it clear that I have no wish to mock Catholic sacraments… I wish to make a confession. It has been 11 walking days since my last confession. That is, since the last time I strayed from the official route […]

#12 THE QUAY, THE SECRET (VIA THE POINT)

You are invited to LEJoG Day 12… bring the Europop Day 12 pre-amble You know, when I set out on this walk and later decided to blog about it, I never imagined that Urban Cookie Collective would play any role at all. Yet here I am casually invoking their enormous 1993 hit, which – being […]

#11 TOWERING IN KERNOW; WEARY SOLES IN DEVON

Shortly after you cross the border between Cornwall and Devon, there are – literally – some steps coming up from a bridge. More than three, as it happens. A stairway, in fact. The temptation to use the most obvious pun for the title of this blog is admittedly hard to resist. Indeed, Devon/heaven puns have proved […]

#10 ….. HEY BUDE (REFRAIN)

Don’t be afraid, it’s LEJoG Day 10 Day 10 pre-amble Four dots were originally placed at the end, to make the reader think of “don’t make it bad”. But then I moved them and added one, because “anytime you feel the pain” seemed more relevant. The climbs in the first half of this stage are […]

#9 RICHARD OF CORNWALL

Welcome to LEJoG Day 9 Day 9 pre-amble This is a shorter day dominated by two serious cliff ascents, being Beeny Cliff and High Cliff. The latter is Cornwall’s biggest (highest) cliff, and so I christened it Richard. Well, can you think of a bigger Cliff? Of course you can’t. In fact, I struggle to think of a Cliff […]

#8 APRES LE DELUGE, MOI… SUR MON CUL

Welcome to LEJoG Day 8 (and Year 2!) Day 8 pre-amble Some years ago I was best man at a wedding. The groom and I have a number of long-standing in-jokes. One of them relates to my superhuman ability to find a puddle and slip in it. I think it goes back to me falling […]

#2 “AS I WAS GOING TO…”

…St. Ives on Day 2, I met no polygamous felinophiles. Or at least they did not announce themselves. I carried two “sacks” – a backpack and a shoulder bag – each of which contained a “kit”, being my clothes and food/water respectively. Ah… actually the shoulder bag also contained a first aid kit. Regardless of […]