The dog just loves to walk. She doesnt need to blog about it.

I need to do a hundred things to get myself ready – new boots, a hammock, a compass. Where I am going to stay, should i take a bike? Maps, recording gear, organising how life will go on when I’m away.

How much do I want people to know what I am doing? This could be just for me to take notes on. But I realise that every time I get round to preparing for this journey I get happy. Is this a good sign? do I have any idea at all what it will be like not knowing where I am going to stay? Will I dare to knock on peoples doors or talk to strangers? Will I meet some scarey people?