Nobody told me when to run
I missed the starting gun – Pink Floyd
I’ve come to the realization that I have been fighting my purpose which is to write. And it is because I struggle against my purpose I continue to feel adrift in space and time…drifting to some end of which I do not know, but am desperate to find out. I have only to examine my past to see my purpose hounding me. There is however a block that perhaps I have erected that keeps me from doing that which I know I should. I must find a way through or around this barrier. I feel that once I can knock down the barrier the writing will flow…it will become unstoppable.
I researched a nice route in the Peak District today. We’re taking a group of recruitment consultants there in a few weeks, so I want to get a good look at the ground and walk the route. The walk starts in Wye Dale near Topley Pike and travels south west down Deep Dale and Horseshoe Dale. At the end of Horseshoe Dale, the trail heads roughly north east through Chelmoreton and on to Taddington. At Taddington, the trail cuts north towards Priestcliffe and then on to the Monsal Trail at Miller’s Dale and back to Wye Dale travelling along the River Wye towards Chee Dale. The walk is 11 miles total and took me 4 hours and 55 minutes to complete. The walk was tiresome, but not strenuous. My favourite sections were the walk through Deep Dale and Horseshoe Dale. And I also enjoyed the trail along the River Wye.
I’m off to do some research in Majorca tomorrow. We want to run an Ascent there so I’m off to recon the mountains and find a suitable trail as well as suitable accommodations. It is also my intent to explore some more of this idea of destiny…purpose…