In July of 1841, John Clare got tired of being in the asylum and plotted his escape from High Beach in the Epping Forest. He turned toward the southwest, before connecting with the Great York Road. That’s now the M1, the main north-south interstate of England. He spent his first night in Stevenage. He must have been a fast walker.
Today, I started my walk toward the northwest per the recommended route proposed by the Clare Cottage. I am guessing that following this route along towpaths and villages on the River Lea, gives a better sense of the landscape Clare might have experienced.
I am pretty beat, walking about twenty miles. My new socks have holes in them, but then, unlike Clare, I have decent shoes, money to buy food, ibuprofen, and a hot husband to rub my feet.
I am so excited for tomorrow, though there will be a lot more field crossings, which have often been muddy and hard.