The 33rd Walk

The 33rd walk. The first in rain that pitted the canal waters. Showers really. Flags on cars, flags on barges, world cup fever. Elder in bloom. Older blooms blasted to confetti by rain. Shrew rippling like an insect to safety. Traffic noise and bird chatter between the showers. The boy standing in the street beside the magistrates court, holding up traffic, talking defiantly, perhaps unwisely, to his friends - They're going to charge John with burglary - I got away with it.

I'm disappointed with the level of fundraising. While the walking is rewarding, I'm not being encouraged by the response to the blogging effort. Maybe Oxfam are making it too hard to donate as some have reported. I note that PW is well short of the goal for his Ahoy Buoys cross channel rowing challenge this coming weekend (weather permitting). Maybe it's the recession. Maybe it's blog boredom.

Just over 6 km today, another 257 to go.

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