I thought I’d drop off my bags in Peterborough and then backtrack for a day of walking around St. Neots, but alas, the weather and my stupidity had me doing other things.
The first day of walking toward Helpston! I’m following the route written by the Clare Cottage, which in fact, is not on his route at all. Still, it’s scenic and not what I was expecting when I assumed I’d just trudge up the M1.
In which I publicly admit I have serious Clare issues while standing in the Epping Forest.
Austria 1939: boys on ski vacation in a world quickly about to change.