Hello. Here we are on day six, and another 21 miles done. I am hoping that day seven will be the last day, I am hoping I can manage the 20 miles to the Humber Bridge, my finishing point. I've taken my mind off to other places today, there has been some long straight roads. It's better that I distract myself and try and ignore my sore feet. In my head I have been remembering times gone by, the people I have worked with, the jobs I have done, even past boyfriends have come to mind. I wonder what they are doing now. Pity I didn't have a ghost writer by my side, making notes, it would make a good story.
Distraction works for me, I love to push negative thoughts away, and look at the positives. Even thinking about not so good things that have happened to me, or mistakes I have made, can be turned around. There is plenty of time to think on a long walk.
Breakfast this morning was a rather noisy affair, the Youth Hostel was full of teenagers, some of them came on a coach from Belgium. This made a bit of a queue to get served . I sat and people watched.
The hostel is on the side of the river, so I set off along the footpath to the city centre. It was a gloriously sunny morning. There were rowers out on the water, plenty of dog walkers, people jogging, mums with kids, it was lovely.
The Pocklington Canal was going in the right direction so I thought this would make a change from the road. Oh dear, ten minutes of stumbling over clumps of grass and molehills I came to a section that was completely flooded. Nothing for it but to turn around and go back to the road. Time was getting on and I couldn't afford to waste any if I was to get finished by 5pm.
their web site and sadly they don't have these two on it.
And then the push for home begins.
Thanks for popping in, we'll catch up soon.