You can read more about my adventures with sheep in my other, other blog LeJog: Bifurcating Britain, Land's End to John O'Groats on foot with a beaver. It is my multi-part attempt to walk the distance between the two extremities of the UK in as wobbling a line as I seem able to manage. The beaver, of course, is Wesley, and me 'bifurcating' the country refers to the line I draw traversing it (complicated, but it fitted with the 'b' theme—first time did it in a ballgown; second as a beatnik; third as a bohemian; and the fourth, and final time, in the hopefully near future, will also be 'b'-based and probably include the boyfriend). I am mortified that it is coming to an end. I think I may turn around at John O'Groats and start heading back down again. Sure, there are lots of other places to walk in the world. But I love the changing scenery and dialects, the close proximity of places to eat cakes and drink cider, and the ability to practicallty walk anywhere with the amazingly well-organised long-distance paths and the fabulous (although often burning and prickly) right-of-way system. With everything I own on my back and the day to do with as I please, but at the same time structured with a beginning and a number of possible ends, I can not think of a more zen way to spend my time. I can't rave about it enough. But I don't recommend it to anyone else, at all. You'd hate it! Mainly because I don't want an onslaught of millions of people sharing my special alone time with the sheep and cattle of England.
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