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Free the mothers! We are not the number-one parents!
Further adventures / The blog / Wild Baby

Free the mothers! We are not the number-one parents!

Anyone who’s been watching the whole donkey story will know that what I found so hard – what the ‘adventure’ really was – was my ineptitude and discomfort with being in charge. And here I bloody well am again. I am not the number-one parent. And in coming to realise […]

Where the hell did I go?
After the walk / Further adventures

Where the hell did I go?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh! I want to create something good, and I have 40 minutes before nursery finishes! Did you know that I once did great things? I once scared myself daily, pushing myself to the tops of hills, along dual carriageways, through fields of lively bullocks, and so far out of my […]

Behind the scenes… is a secret quagmire
After the walk / The blog / The book / The film

Behind the scenes… is a secret quagmire

It’s been grim few months. Four, five, six months. Maybe a year really, since I passed the self-imposed deadline for finishing this project. I set it arbitrarily during the Kickstarter campaign, thinking I’ve never had six months to do one project before – what luxury! – there’s surely nothing I […]

Little donkey(s), little donkey(s)
After the walk / The blog

Little donkey(s), little donkey(s)

Let’s face it, I was flattered. A few weeks before the end of the walk we were asked if we’d lead the lantern procession through Aberystwyth, and I said yes without hesitation – what a homecoming honour! Then we got back, got miserable, and then started to get used to […]

The low – I miss walking…
The blog / The book / The film

The low – I miss walking…

This afternoon I got my own set of keys cut for both parents’ houses. It’s the first time I’ve carried keys in a while. I put on a different outfit on Monday, but I then I wore it until Thursday – changing daily seems a bit of an unnecessary fuss. […]

Not waving but drowning
The blog / The journey

Not waving but drowning

I thought that this inland bit would be easy. 360 whole degrees of route-planning options rather than the 180 that you get on the coast (unless you fancy getting wet), no particular requirements except to head south as fast as possible, green and pleasant lands to camp in, kind affluent […]

Can’t walk with him, can’t walk without him
The blog / The journey

Can’t walk with him, can’t walk without him

I’m glad to report that the injury rate to me has reduced, and Chico has undertaken some superb stretches of strolling, head down, undistracted by verges for whole dozens of minutes at a time. The Lleyn Peninsula is behind us, and we rounded the corner alongside the Menai Straights, where […]

Midsummer mayhem
The blog / The journey

Midsummer mayhem

Listen to your donkey, said two donkey godmothers and a couple of other kind donkey people, after I posted a picture of Chico refusing to move, or ‘planted’. He’s trying to tell you something. To me it sounds like this: “Are we nearly there yet? You didn’t tell me we […]

The battle for power, when neither of us want it
The blog / The journey

The battle for power, when neither of us want it

Things are moving fast out here, in some ways. In other ways, not so much. Fortified by a little wine I finally worked out the miles-to-time ratio this evening and discovered that if I keep on at this rate we’ll be back in Aberystwyth in fifty weeks. Pretty much a […]

The donkey COULD DIE, week three: killer tulips
Plans / The blog

The donkey COULD DIE, week three: killer tulips

It’s a mere three days before departure, and if it wasn’t for thirty years of socialisation I would probably also poo copiously on the ground like Chico does every time I frighten him (which is daily at the moment, and today was quite green, and inside kind field-lender Hazel’s garage, […]