September has arrived and as I walked by the canal today, there were little hints of Autumn here and there. A smattering of gold and brown amongst the leaves. Black, red and orange berries. A fresh breeze stirring the waters.
As I walked, I thought about all the hundreds of times I had walked up and down the towpath; all the things I’d seen; the moods and emotions I’d felt at different times while walking; the people I’d met; the conversations I’d had, the frost, ice, mist, rain, sunrises and sunsets. I said goodbye to it all, at least for the time being.
After a long season of preparation, I am about to head off into an African Spring (which will be far hotter than the hottest of English summers). No more long-distance walking, at least for a couple of years.
I had wondered about drawing this blog to a close, but I’ve decided to continue for a while longer: even a short walk in Mozambique might make for an interesting story or two!
So, goodbye for now – but I’ll write again, soon.