Thinking of doing a long distance walk: come across these old photos of a trek across the Yorkshire Dales in 1993. They have such a distant feeling - colours from another age, certainly another era in my life. (How utterly miserable I look, leaning back against a sign with my much too heavy backpack.) Did the sun shine at all?
But I do remember the novelty of walking day after day, mostly on paths. And the world of said backpack - in it - one dress for evening and one pair of shoes as well as (probably) at least one book.
But I do remember the novelty of walking day after day, mostly on paths. And the world of said backpack - in it - one dress for evening and one pair of shoes as well as (probably) at least one book.
