Elsewhere
I finished reading this book out on our decking this morning - before the August sun had climbed over the rooftop. It has been a good read. It is factual and describes day by day the long walk that a forty nine year old Englishman made back in 1997, ahead of his fiftieth birthday. He had set himself the ambitious target of walking from Sangatte near Calais on The English Channel to St Tropez on France's Mediterranean coast. A thousand miles in total though not of course as the crow flies. John Tagholm was already an unashamed Francophile, having holidayed and worked in the country on several previous occasions. He spoke reasonable French. However, he wasn't really a seasoned walker and he had never tackled anything like this before. You might say that he was having something of a mid-life crisis. The journey took sixty five days and he had very few rest days. He averaged some twenty miles a day in what was an especially hot summer. Someti...
