on the road again, again, again

As the song says.... on the road again...

We are so glad to hear that Alison’s dad has started to make real progress and is looking well after such a bad period. We can now head on towards Santiago keeping Ken and Amy in our thoughts along the way and keeping an eye on the texts and Facebook messages but plodding hard towards Spain.

My feet might complain but the rest of me is glad to be going again (and Alison feels that way too!)

Thanks to Pauline for the open house and wonderful welcome, thanks to our girls and to Martin for information and support and thanks to all for good will, prayers and encouragement. Normal service is being resumed as soon as possible.

Hur hur hurrrr

Oh and here is one of the several blog entries I have written in the past couple of days. I thought they were all on the memory stick but this is all I have and my computer is now switched off, it is late and Bert Janch is playing on the stereo and everyone has gone to bed and so I need to stop this and settle down too. So I will add more as soon as I can but for now I better send this off. Good night Bert, good night folks and good night everyone else.

Fretwork and worry (28/05/2010)

This rest day has been quite stressful in the sense that I have been worrying about Alison, her father and mother and the rest of the family and Alison has been worrying too..... Just to explain – Alison’s dad had a serious operation a couple of weeks ago and he is still not well; partly because it was a tough operation and partly because he is 89. So I worry about how Alison is coping with the worrying about this, I am worried about her mother who has been coping with the situation on a daily basis back in England and also concerned about the rest of the family, too. Of course, Alison has these worries and more to deal with.

So, it makes sense for the day to be stressful, but that is not the whole reason why it has been so difficult. Another reason is because it has been so easy and comfortable!

Yes, we are in Pauline and Ian’s French home and there are two other guests, Karen and Jane, and we have had a great time talking, eating, relaxing, getting washing done, and checking out stuff on the internet, etc. But we have hardly walked any distance at all and even on our rest days we usually have to walk around a lot looking for shops that sell the things we need, finding Laundromats, buying food, etc... and we have done none of that sort of thing. Staying two nights in a place and not even walking a few times around the town somehow feels like there is a seriously important thing missing from our lives. I am edgy and uncomfortable wondering how to cope with the immobility and the relaxed security of it all. Where is the pain? Where are the uncertainties? When shall we worry about the weather and wonder at the lack of places to sit or go to the toilet? I’ve been to the loo several times more today that I have on any day since I left Walsingham..... What’s going on?

At least my feet still hurt – that’s something to cling onto. Phew, I thought I was going mad there for a bit but now I know everything will be alright.

Now I can get back to worrying about the important things like Alison, her father, mother and the family.....