I am going to get the train south. Go south through the fields of England. Change in London, and further still to Paris and Montparnasse. Faster now, but south still to the Spanish border.
And there, I will shoulder a pack and slowly walk higher through the Basque rain and mists to La Rhune. And the city life will slough off as I fumble with my tent and spill my tea. And the sounds will be different and the smells will be different and the light will be different.
Ahead, in rippling folds, glimpsed in the early morning, are the gentle Pyrenees and end to end I will go, walking slow, taking so long that time itself will change and endless days and nights will become one.
Past the bluest lakes and granite peaks, stopping for an early coffee at a refuge, served by a smiling young guardian, looking up to see circling lammergeiers, gazing beyond the twisted pines to the winding path....
Anyone else, planning a long walk?