I'm walkin'. Yes indeed, and I'm talkin'

From the rooftops I see houses, I see counties that border sea.
In the distance foreign mountains, one of those rivers is calling me.

There's only four ways to get unraveled. One is to sleep and the other is travel.
One is a bandit up in the hills. One is to love your neighbor 'till
....his wife gets home

Some kind of vague travelblog, about this n' that, and whatever else I may encounter on the road.

Thursday, 11 June 2009

We have liftoff...

Hello, is there anybody out there? If so, thanks. I'm clueless when it comes to things like this, so you'll have to bear with me. I know the main reason for a post is to put some content out there, not just because someone likes the sound of their own voice (or appearance of their font). This post is therefore just a wee tester.

As usual it's quite last minute, but the friendly folks at Cancer Research UK, fordementia and WaterAid have all suggested, in one way or another, that a blog would be beneficial to spreading the word, getting donations, and just keeping tabs on how the event is going. I aim to preview my travel plans, post updates as much as possible so anyone interested can follow my windy/windy route up north (yes it will be wiggly and blustery), and then type something poetic at the end. Let's not hold our breath for that though.

Oh, and ta Gordon for showing us how easy this is (or at least supposed to be).



Diane, 4:35 p.m., June 11th. Thinking 'bout the town of Penzance, forty miles northeast of the Isles of Scilly, even further to the county line. As W. C. Fields would say, I'd rather be here than Philadelphia.
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