Hiker story

At sixty-eight I wondered whether this was ambition or folly. It turned out to be neither - just slow, careful walking and early nights. I took nine days from Chipping Campden to Bath, never more than I could manage, and treated every village as a small reward. The escarpment views reminded me of nowhere in Ontario and everywhere I have ever wanted to be quiet. Young hikers passed me cheerfully; I waved them on. Luggage transfer was my one luxury and I do not apologise for it. Standing before Bath Abbey I felt proud, tired, and oddly young again. If you are older and hesitating: start earlier in the day, book soft beds, and trust the waymarks.