Freedom to Rome
Monday, 23 March 2015
Thursday, 29 January 2015
new walk proposed
January 29, 2015
Greetings!
News from the home front: after a prolonged period of inactivity I feel inspired to undertake another long(ish) walk, namely the length of the River Loire, which runs in a north-westerly direction from the Massif Central to the Atlantic Coast of France. I am intending to begin at St Nazaire on the coast at the beginning of April and walk upriver for 6 weeks, returning at the beginning of September to complete the journey, which should take another 5-6 weeks.
This is a walk in memory of Angela: towards the end of our walk to Rome after traversing the hills of Tuscany we started to talk about other journeys we could make, and the idea of following a river's peregrination to the sea arose. Having stopped at the source of the Danube in the Black Forest of Germany (is it really almost 3 years ago?) we considered that option - some 2888 km. to the Black Sea - but were somewhat put off by travellers' tales of brigands on the loose in Romania picking on walkers and cyclists. The alternative was a more leisurely stroll along the Loire, which is something of a climatic boundary between north and south Europe and is littered with historic sites and geological curiosities.
It also seems a critical moment to spend some time in France, gauging the mood after the tragedy of Charlie Hebdo. It would be interesting to gather a random collection of quotes and snippets found on the way along with all the other flotsam which coalesces into what is known as 'public opinion' or 'the state of the nation'.
It will be an opportunity, too, to create some more wealth for Medecins Sans Frontieres, who have been doing such sterling work on our behalf in the Ebola crisis. This is not just a one-off: they seem to be the first ones to arrive at every disaster and spend a minimal amount of money on admin so our donations do make a difference. This time I am expecting to write up an account of the journey for sale with the profits going to the charity, but if anyone wishes to donate to MSF beforehand as a sponsorship they are of course welcome.
Thanks to anyone reading this, and an invitation: if you would like to join me on this walk at any stage for however long or short, get in touch on here (nick_warlow@hotmail.com). I would be happy to have companions along the way.and hope to have beds every night rather than a ditch. There may be the odd French meal or glass of wine involved on an evening, too!
Greetings!
News from the home front: after a prolonged period of inactivity I feel inspired to undertake another long(ish) walk, namely the length of the River Loire, which runs in a north-westerly direction from the Massif Central to the Atlantic Coast of France. I am intending to begin at St Nazaire on the coast at the beginning of April and walk upriver for 6 weeks, returning at the beginning of September to complete the journey, which should take another 5-6 weeks.
This is a walk in memory of Angela: towards the end of our walk to Rome after traversing the hills of Tuscany we started to talk about other journeys we could make, and the idea of following a river's peregrination to the sea arose. Having stopped at the source of the Danube in the Black Forest of Germany (is it really almost 3 years ago?) we considered that option - some 2888 km. to the Black Sea - but were somewhat put off by travellers' tales of brigands on the loose in Romania picking on walkers and cyclists. The alternative was a more leisurely stroll along the Loire, which is something of a climatic boundary between north and south Europe and is littered with historic sites and geological curiosities.
It also seems a critical moment to spend some time in France, gauging the mood after the tragedy of Charlie Hebdo. It would be interesting to gather a random collection of quotes and snippets found on the way along with all the other flotsam which coalesces into what is known as 'public opinion' or 'the state of the nation'.
It will be an opportunity, too, to create some more wealth for Medecins Sans Frontieres, who have been doing such sterling work on our behalf in the Ebola crisis. This is not just a one-off: they seem to be the first ones to arrive at every disaster and spend a minimal amount of money on admin so our donations do make a difference. This time I am expecting to write up an account of the journey for sale with the profits going to the charity, but if anyone wishes to donate to MSF beforehand as a sponsorship they are of course welcome.
Thanks to anyone reading this, and an invitation: if you would like to join me on this walk at any stage for however long or short, get in touch on here (nick_warlow@hotmail.com). I would be happy to have companions along the way.and hope to have beds every night rather than a ditch. There may be the odd French meal or glass of wine involved on an evening, too!
Wednesday, 2 April 2014
Hello friends:
the time has come for me to get down to putting some things on air if not on paper. I have been putting it off for long enough.
As many of you will know we buried our dear Angela's body on November 24th. It had suffered enough in the preceding months and it was a relief that she felt able to let it go before having to suffer more of the ravages of cancer eating away at bones and tissues. She will be sorely missed here in physical form but not in spirit, and I feel her now urging me to pick up this blog again after such a long absence.
The book has now been on sale for a few months and has sold about 400 copies, which means that we are close to breaking even. I have had many complimentary comments coming in from readers of all ages, saying that they have been thoroughly enjoying reading the account, which is gratifying and makes me feel that it was worth the effort put into compiling it.
There have also been favourable reviews in the press, including one in Hello! magazine: https://dub125.mail.live.com/mail/#!/mail/ViewOfficePreview.aspx?messageid=49f34ded-7f60-11e3-896b-002264c202e2&folderid=00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000001&attindex=0&cp=-1&attdepth=0&n=70148175.
Feel free to pass that on, and if you've read the book and enjoyed it, tell all your friends!!
I have been invited to give a talk/presentation about the walk and the book to staff at the British Library in Boston Spa in April and the National AGM of Servas in May, and would welcome any other similar opportunities to tell of our adventures, so if you are a member of a club or society which has guest speakers please let me know.
The further away our journey becomes in time, the more vivid the flashes of memory seem to be, and my dreams are full of glimpses of the wayside. I have also been reading a lot of travel books, notably The Old Ways by Robert Macfarlane, which is brilliant, and researching into the possibility of making a solo walk around Wales, since the coastal path is now complete, although Angela's inclination was more towards a source-to-delta walk of the Loire or the Danube. Since I have recently discovered more about my family history on the Welsh side I am currently drawn more to walking in Wales this year, but need to first create some funds and make sure my feet are ready for it. In February, needing a break, I went to El Hierro, the most westerly of the Canary Islands, where I planned to cover most of the island on foot, but suffered from severe bruising and blistering under the big toenails as a result of having had to buy new boots just before leaving which turned out to be too small despite their stated size.
NB> Don't imagine that Millet's will give you a refund after you have worn your boots outdoors!
I have since tried my friend Dilwyn's recipe for stretching boots by inserting a potato and am awaiting a miracle. It does make sense, though.
All for now, will keep you updated more regularly!
Nick
the time has come for me to get down to putting some things on air if not on paper. I have been putting it off for long enough.
As many of you will know we buried our dear Angela's body on November 24th. It had suffered enough in the preceding months and it was a relief that she felt able to let it go before having to suffer more of the ravages of cancer eating away at bones and tissues. She will be sorely missed here in physical form but not in spirit, and I feel her now urging me to pick up this blog again after such a long absence.
The book has now been on sale for a few months and has sold about 400 copies, which means that we are close to breaking even. I have had many complimentary comments coming in from readers of all ages, saying that they have been thoroughly enjoying reading the account, which is gratifying and makes me feel that it was worth the effort put into compiling it.
There have also been favourable reviews in the press, including one in Hello! magazine: https://dub125.mail.live.com/mail/#!/mail/ViewOfficePreview.aspx?messageid=49f34ded-7f60-11e3-896b-002264c202e2&folderid=00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000001&attindex=0&cp=-1&attdepth=0&n=70148175.
Feel free to pass that on, and if you've read the book and enjoyed it, tell all your friends!!
I have been invited to give a talk/presentation about the walk and the book to staff at the British Library in Boston Spa in April and the National AGM of Servas in May, and would welcome any other similar opportunities to tell of our adventures, so if you are a member of a club or society which has guest speakers please let me know.
The further away our journey becomes in time, the more vivid the flashes of memory seem to be, and my dreams are full of glimpses of the wayside. I have also been reading a lot of travel books, notably The Old Ways by Robert Macfarlane, which is brilliant, and researching into the possibility of making a solo walk around Wales, since the coastal path is now complete, although Angela's inclination was more towards a source-to-delta walk of the Loire or the Danube. Since I have recently discovered more about my family history on the Welsh side I am currently drawn more to walking in Wales this year, but need to first create some funds and make sure my feet are ready for it. In February, needing a break, I went to El Hierro, the most westerly of the Canary Islands, where I planned to cover most of the island on foot, but suffered from severe bruising and blistering under the big toenails as a result of having had to buy new boots just before leaving which turned out to be too small despite their stated size.
NB> Don't imagine that Millet's will give you a refund after you have worn your boots outdoors!
I have since tried my friend Dilwyn's recipe for stretching boots by inserting a potato and am awaiting a miracle. It does make sense, though.
All for now, will keep you updated more regularly!
Nick
Wednesday, 18 September 2013
As promised, a date has now been set for the official launch of the book, to be held at the Fulford Arms, next to the Police Station on Fulford Road in York, on Wednesday 16th October from 5 pm until 8. It may go on later if the party mood prevails...
Book-signings, celebrity photos, real ale and more!
Book-signings, celebrity photos, real ale and more!
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
Free courier service!
Many excuses are due to one and all for the prolonged gap since the last post.
As many of you will know, Angela has been diagnosed with cancer since then, which has taken up our time and attention over the last couple of months. Although it has manifested itself in the pelvis we have been assured it is not connected to any of the seemingly obvious possible catalysts, i.e. hip surgery or long-distance walking. She is currently at home receiving care from the family and plenty of good home cooking!
On a happier note the book* has now been printed, having gone through various changes of shape and style, and is available for sale direct from York Publishing Services (tel. 01904 430868)** for £10.95 + p&p, or if you live near Fulford, York, by phoning Skylark Press on 01904 629000 or emailing skylarkpress@outlook.com, to request a FREE courier service to your door! Makes an ideal birthday/Christmas present or stocking-filler!!
*'FREEDOM TO ROME: a long walk', Nick Warlow & Angela Michel: Skylark Press, York, 2013, ISBN 978-0-9926947-0-8.
** The direct link to buy a copy in the most simple and straightforward fashion is http://www.ypdbooks.com/travel-and-adventure/928-freedom-to-rome-a-long-walk-YPD00859.html
PS. There will be a PARTY to launch the book on its own journey in the next few weeks. Watch this space for further details...
As many of you will know, Angela has been diagnosed with cancer since then, which has taken up our time and attention over the last couple of months. Although it has manifested itself in the pelvis we have been assured it is not connected to any of the seemingly obvious possible catalysts, i.e. hip surgery or long-distance walking. She is currently at home receiving care from the family and plenty of good home cooking!
On a happier note the book* has now been printed, having gone through various changes of shape and style, and is available for sale direct from York Publishing Services (tel. 01904 430868)** for £10.95 + p&p, or if you live near Fulford, York, by phoning Skylark Press on 01904 629000 or emailing skylarkpress@outlook.com, to request a FREE courier service to your door! Makes an ideal birthday/Christmas present or stocking-filler!!
*'FREEDOM TO ROME: a long walk', Nick Warlow & Angela Michel: Skylark Press, York, 2013, ISBN 978-0-9926947-0-8.
** The direct link to buy a copy in the most simple and straightforward fashion is http://www.ypdbooks.com/travel-and-adventure/928-freedom-to-rome-a-long-walk-YPD00859.html
PS. There will be a PARTY to launch the book on its own journey in the next few weeks. Watch this space for further details...
Tuesday, 14 May 2013
FAQ
The questions people always have are:
“Why did you want to walk
to Rome ?”;
“Why did you want to walk to Rome ?”;
and, occasionally,
“Why did you want
to walk to Rome ?”
There are some others like: “How many pairs of boots did you
get through?”; and then again: “Where did you sleep at night?”; “Which way did
you go?”; “How long did it take?”; “How many miles was it?”; “Were you being
sponsored?”; “Were there any dangerous
wild animals?”; and “What did you do when you got there?”
They are all quite easy to answer:
- 3 pairs of boots/8 soles.
- 33 nights with friends/friends of friends; 23 at pilgrims’
hostels; 22 at B&Bs; 21 at
pubs/bars; 15 at youth hostels; 10 at hotels; 7 with Hospitality Club; 7 at hikers’ hostels/bunkhouses; 5 with
Servas members; 3 with Couchsurfing; 3 in caravans; 2 in abbeys; 1 on a ferry;
1 with a random stranger.
- From York through the east of England to Harwich; ferry to
Hook of Holland; through the south of
Holland to near Antwerp then across Belgium (Flanders) to Maastricht/Aachen;
down through SW Germany via Frankfurt to the Black Forest; then up and down
over Switzerland into Italy; round Milan via the plains of the Po, over the
Apennines then down through Tuscany and Bob’s your uncle.
- We left our house in Fulford on March 1st and
arrived in St Peter’s Square in Rome on August 1st, so exactly 5
months.
- A total of 1920 miles/3072 kilometres in 124 days of
actual walking, so an average of about 15½ miles per day.
- We were raising money for Medecins Sans Frontieres to be
able to stock mobile operating theatres in war zones and disaster areas.
- There were a few groups of wild boar and a couple of
snakes, and once we came across a herd of unidentifiable wild animals ‒
something in between sheep and goats and deer.
- We slept a lot. It was boiling hot in Rome in August, so we’d go out and do the
tourist bit in the mornings then have a siesta for a few hours then go out
again at night. We stayed for just over a week which included a day in Ostia , the old port-city nearby, then got a ferry to Barcelona and made our way home by train and boat through France and England .
So that’s the easy ones answered. The difficult ones are the
questions which people didn’t or couldn’t ask, like: “How did you manage to
keep on going?”; “How many larks did you hear?”; “How many beers did you
drink?”; and of course: “Why did you
want to walk to Rome ?”
I can tell you
roughly how many larks we had heard before we left England because
we were counting them, and the 200th was heard at
the same moment that we passed 300 miles on the pedometer, on the last day,
heading for Harwich. There must have been another 50 or so on the continent but
we began to see and hear other birds then like cuckoos and kites, storks and
orioles.
Beer, we discovered, is the chosen drink of the pilgrim, and
by the time we got to Italy
and joined the Pilgrims’ Way to Rome
we already understood why. What better drink could there be at the end of a
long hot day’s walk? Wine is not thirst-quenching enough, lemonade or Coke is
too sweet. Fizzy water came close, but didn’t quite hit the spot.
We did manage to keep on going. Partly it was due to the
fact that we had a destination to aim for, partly that we had committed to fulfilling
a promise to all the people who had sponsored us. It helped if we broke each
day down into sections, so we would do two or three hours then have a break;
another two and stop for lunch; then a chunk of two hours, or two smaller bits
of an hour and a half, before arriving at the next destination for the night,
depending how far we had to go. This varied according to the terrain and also
the availability of places to stay, so sometimes we would have to go further
than we wanted to because there was nowhere to stop sooner, like the day we
crossed the Alps at the St Gotthard Pass – there was no option but to keep on
walking for hours in the pouring rain on the other side until we arrived at a
place with a bed.
I suppose the answer to the question “why?” is hard because
the answer changed as we went along. At the beginning we said we wanted to go
for a long walk to celebrate, because finally Angela could walk again after a
protracted problem with her hips had led to them being replaced with metal and
ceramic joints. In the middle we were doing it because we could ‒ we were of a
certain age with no responsibilities which demanded our presence at home, we
could let out the house for the time it would take and we were still fit enough
to undertake such an adventure. At the end we had done it because we had never
been to Rome
and we were just glad to be there: after all it’s one of the places everyone
should see before they die. And then through and under it all lay a thread we had to follow ‒ which ran beyond specific times and places but made a connection between here
and there ‒ the pilgrim’s trail, a microcosm of life’s journey, like treading
an ancient labyrinth. People in the Middle Ages may have travelled to Rome or Santiago or Jerusalem to gain extra
points towards their chances of going to Heaven, but I bet that when they’d
done it many felt rewarded enough by the very experience of doing it…
SOME SPRINGTIME PICTURES
Monday, 29 April 2013
extract
and now for a wee taster...
(From the introduction)
...In many ways we were extraordinarily naïve long-distance walkers. For a start we had no extensive training or experience: we had once in about 5BC (Before Children) walked from the south coast of Spain to the highest peak in the Sierra Nevada, about ten thousand feet up, in three days, and five years ago went up Helvellyn one day at the end of January, and that was about it. We practised for this trip by walking out ofYork for 15 miles and
getting the bus home on several weekends through the winter. Furthermore we had
no specialist hiking gear. We went to an outdoor gear shop and bought
lightweight rucksacks, sleeping bags, trousers and a T-shirt or two, but didn’t
take a tent, along with all the accessories needed for bivouacking out on
mountainsides like cooking-pots, gas stoves etc. We didn’t buy new specialist
anoraks, relying on our old showerproof jackets, and we didn’t buy those
special hiking sticks like ski-sticks. We did need to buy a couple of regional
maps in Germany but once we hit the E1 we only needed Arthur Krause’s excellent
guide (Kompass, Innsbruck) until we got to Italy, where we had to purchase one
local map to make the connection back to the E1, and then from Pavia had the
invaluable collection of maps of the Via Francigena with directions in Italian
and English (Terre di Mezzo, Milan).
DAY 74 FORBACH – OCHSENSTALL (22 km.) Cool but clearer. c12º
(From the introduction)
...In many ways we were extraordinarily naïve long-distance walkers. For a start we had no extensive training or experience: we had once in about 5BC (Before Children) walked from the south coast of Spain to the highest peak in the Sierra Nevada, about ten thousand feet up, in three days, and five years ago went up Helvellyn one day at the end of January, and that was about it. We practised for this trip by walking out of
The trip was planned with meticulous foresight in the certain
knowledge that:
a) we didn’t want
to book every night’s accommodation before we left;
b) we wanted to be
able to change each day’s route or destination at the drop of a hat depending
on the weather, tiredness, hunger, etc. ;
c) nothing would go
according to plan anyway, but
d) we would cover
at least the minimum number of miles needed to walk from York
to Rome ....
(So we got as far as Holland, and left Goudereede on March 26th)...
DAY 26 GOUDEREEDE – OUDE TONGE (26 km.) Even warmer. c19º
(We went off through the village) to find the Deltapad, a long-distance footpath which goes across the Maas/Rhine delta towardsAntwerp . We had been advised that it went
through an area called the Slikken, which until 1971 was a large mudflat and
salt marsh influenced by the tides. After the building of the dams, it became
dry land populated by scrub, bushes and small trees, but the path took us
through a kind of primeval swamp. We had to take our boots off and wade in the
water, which soon became knee deep for about two kilometres. It seems that at
high tide – or perhaps at exceptional spring tides – the water is pushed up
above ground level. In any case it wasn’t rainwater as it hadn’t rained for
weeks. A unique biosphere is created: the pools contained quantities of
frog-spawn, and who knows what was lurking in the mud underfoot, but we pressed
on, thinking “this must surely end just around the corner”. We had been warned
not to wander into the undergrowth beside the path for fear of catching Lime
disease from ticks, but no-one had mentioned the fact that we would have to
negotiate this replica of the Florida Everglades!
( Later - much later - in the Black Forest)...
DAY 26 GOUDEREEDE – OUDE TONGE (26 km.) Even warmer. c19º
(We went off through the village) to find the Deltapad, a long-distance footpath which goes across the Maas/Rhine delta towards
After
emerging from the swamp with freezing fizzing feet we walked beside reclaimed
land next to herds of semi-wild Fjord horses, deer and oxen which have been
introduced over the last 30 years to graze upon the recently sown grasses. We
finally came upon a sea-dyke we could walk upon with our faces to a stiff
breeze, past whirring wind turbines, looking out over the inland sea on our
right. We passed the bridge over to the next island and found our way to Oude
Tonge, a fishing village, where we looked for a place to stay and discovered a
little hotel in the main square.
There we stopped for the night, after having a beer at The
Goat, where various members of the landlord’s family and friends engaged us in
conversation and gave us useful tips about travelling in southern Holland while a
70-year-old African parrot cackled hilariously in the background....
DAY 74 FORBACH – OCHSENSTALL (22 km.) Cool but clearer. c12º
We set off on another cold morning to rejoin the E1 at the
top of the hill near a reservoir, meeting an old couple in their eighties
dressed in very old-fashioned hiking gear – or was it just their traditional
Sunday best? ‒ on their way down towards Forbach. The track continued to wind
its way up and up: when the sun came out it was quite warm but very chilly in
the shade. And there was a lot of shade! Occasionally the path, which was a
gravel track wide enough for a forestry vehicle, would emerge from the dense
dark canopy of the pinewoods and a wide panorama would unfold on our right hand
side. There were a lot of groups about again – “Sunday walkers!”, we caught
ourselves smirking once ‒ some of whom
seemed to have to shout at each other even when walking very close together,
and many off-road cyclists who spent a lot of time whizzing downhill and not
much time struggling up, as far as we could see. The path ran alongside the
main road, the picturesque Schwarzwaldhoherstraße (Blackforesthighroad) to a
bikers’ caff, where a delightful narrow footpath veered off to the left into
the woods up to Ochsenstall, which is an amazing old wooden chalet-type
bunkhouse, specially built in the early 1900s for summer hikers and winter
skiers (*Fig. 20). The walls of the
large café/common room downstairs were covered with old photos of tanned men
climbing sheer rock-faces in plus-fours and fingerless gloves, or ladies
standing on skis with long dresses covering their ankles, with captions like
“OCHSENSTALL, 1908”. The place is now run by a young couple, and she said she’d
cook us whatever we fancied since we were the only guests. However as it was
getting dark another walker arrived: Konrad, a German of about 35 or 40 who
spoke Russian and Polish and had done a lot of farm-work all over Europe . He was walking on the Westweg heading north from Basel and told us there
were quite a few cheap places to stay the next night in Kniebis. He said he
might set off with us in the morning and go down to Mummelsee, which is a small
lake famous in German folklore.
(to be continued...)
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