Friday 18.06.2010

Not walking but pacing, up and down, up and down, enduring the usual frustration of listening to England play football. Back from the kempt and beautiful Cotswolds to the wilds of the north-east. Walked after work last night amid cow parsley and buttercups. Cool, blustery and damp this evening,in sympathy with the football maybe, but on a lighter note managed to get tickets to see Frank Turner later in the year. Wheeeee!