The adventures of Mark E. Wednesday, September 2, 2009. By the time I reached Kendall, the precipitation had stopped, but the sun remained hidden behind the predominate clouds in the sky, so any attem.

Siting inside the barrow I felt a very strong meditative effect.

Thursday, 13 August 2015. Now whether or not he is actually. But either way, for a child with.

What would posses me to walk some 2,175 miles on a worn muddy path which so many before have conquered and many after will tread forward upon. Why do I make the choice to postpone life , is it to escape responsibility, to find myself, to learn, to seek adventure, or to prove myself as a man? I think this question is very valid, why walk? These questions lie heavily upon me, because I feel it is important to have purpose in any endeavor you pursue.

Butteremere, amidst the unique fells of the Lake District, was the venue of the last mile. Having been beset by hail on the Honister Pass, the rain cleared after lunch and we indulged in stone skimming along the surface of the lake. Here then, as requested by one trustee some time ago, is a picture with me in it. The becks raged down the fell into the lake, swollen by torrential rain earlier in the week.