Let’s get it straight, I’m Dr. Ellington. Do not pretend we are on a chummy, first name basis. I’m not Doc Martin. I sure did not expect to become a general practitioner in this harbor village. However, when I had to leave my London surgery practice, I remembered some of my youthful visits here with …
608. Flowers and Shrubs along the Way
? Who doesn’t enjoy a blooming flower or shrub? What could be more quintessential than walking past English flowers and plants, in gardens or simply in the wild? Solitary geraniums in pots. Daisies, dahlias, echinacea along a stone wall. Hydrangeas and fuchsia anchoring garden corners. Of course, roses everywhere. Then the plants in the wild …
607. Walking in the Rain
Boscastle rain I’m awake. It’s 5:03 AM. I’m walking in the rain today. While I’ve had a drizzle three other days, those drizzles didn’t amount to much or bother me much. Today’s forecast, 100% rain between 8 and 4. I’m apprehensive. I make myself a cup of Nescafé. Yup, it still hasn’t improved. I eat …
606. Trees
Toward Clovelly I love trees. While not a landscape designer, I’ve randomly planted 50-60 Japanese maples in our yard or in pots. While not a botanist, I admire the diversity of tree life. Who would have thought that the Dawn Redwood I planted 25-years ago is now 60-feet tall! Here in the South? As much …
605. Westward Ho! To Clovelly
The day begins at 7:50 AM with a death; the day ends with a death. A woman commits suicide; the partially eaten pheasant carcass lays on the road as I enter Clovelly. Not sure how to write about these two events. I’m very conscious that I’m removed from these events; I’m very conscious that some …
604. A Rest Day. Yeah!
Besides specific pains, which lessen with this day. Besides other specific walkers, who have been delightful to meet. Besides specific scenic views, walking past rhododendrons, weaving through gorse and blackberry bushes, looking up at centuries old oak trees, and overlooking coves, bays, and cliffs. I walk through the people of Braunton’s specific history. What should …
603. Folks Along the Way
While I usually need a week to settle into my long-distance walking, I sometimes develop a sense of the trail fairly early. In this case, my meeting folks along the way has stood out from the beginning. Sister Josephine Maria I meet many, many walkers. Saturday and Sunday I said “hello”, “hi,” “cheers” to over …
602. Hello Body
Hello Body! Nice that you have come along with me. You are a grumbling one, aren’t you? So, the bottoms of our feet don’t like the rocky paths. What about when you get to walk on the grass like a golf course putting green. Or, what about the soft pine needle cushion walking between the …
600. My Backpack Is Ready
My backpack is ready. My itinerary is set. My flight is booked. I’m walking one of the UK’s National Trails, the South West Coast Path. Why this trail? I’m no Anglophile, but I do have a history associated with the UK. After my college study abroad in Greece, I traveled to the UK as my …
601. Spoken Words
During my first full day in England, by train and bus, I reach Wells. I check into the Ancient Gatehouse Inn. Nicky greets me “Welcome luv, staying with us tonight?” I feel welcome! Then, although tempted to fall asleep, I head to the Wells Cathedral. Modest. Beautiful. A spirited guide declares that Wells was “a …
Journeys: Explorations in Body, Mind, and Spirit 