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.
It started innocently enough, but before I knew it, I was deep in the fever of reading smutty, emotional male on male romances! Plenty of them. All spring. All summer. Heck, I read another one last night.
I tried to write haiku every day while in Japan, but the only good ones came when considering my husband’s utter collapse climbing the stiff little hills, no mere speed bumps, that constitute the majority of Japan.