I am being reminded daily on my Facebook Memories page that 10 years ago I was finishing my walk in the North of Scotland. The question I was asked the most afterwards was how my feet were and whether all my blisters had healed. Actually my feet were the least of whatever problems I had – it was more the mental side and returning to normal life after ten weeks of being on the road.
Of course, physically it is the feet that are the most important. While it is hard to cater for every possible injury that the body can incur, there is plenty one can do to protect the feet. Good trail shoes or walking boots are essential for long distance walking, and important to wear in gradually with shorter and gradually increasing distance walks. It is almost as important to have specialist socks for walking – I have so many pairs in my drawer, of varying age and state. I have my own favourite shoe – Brooks trail shoes, size 11, extra wide – but each walker will have specific ones most suited to them.
As for blisters, I don’t get too many of those. I do loads to protect my feet but that’s not to say that I never get them. Good socks and shoes do help, for sure, but I also apply vaseline to vulnerable parts of my feet pre-walk and talc to my feet post-work post-shower. In the interests of blog post balance, I did have a small blister burgeoning after today’s walk but I never said that I never get blisters, only that I don’t have any great problem. Certainly many other walkers suffer more. Prevention rather than cure is imperative. Don’t burst them, if at all possible, and let them drain naturally to form protective skin.
It was a morning so unspring-like that even the blossom was in hiding but I opted for a cap rather than a woolly hat. It appeared that it might brighten up later but more like an autumnal feeling at first. I wasn’t so enthusiastic and my internal clarion cry for coffee was ringing loud and clear by about 5 miles, and I took a break of about 25 minutes. The northern parts of Hedge End are well served by interesting paths, woods and side streets, and I somehow ended up at the back of the former building site that is now Deer Park School, close to Boorley Green. I followed the Winchester Road down to Botley and then the road toward Bishops Waltham, cutting back through Curdridge, Curbridge and on to Whiteley.
After a wander around the shops without any intention of a purchase, I turned for home through the labyrinth of paths and up to the top of Swanwick Lane. From there it is a long predominantly downhill lane that ends at the bottom of Sarisbury Hill, at which point I felt a few spots of rain. This quite soon became steady.
Recently when listening to footie, I heard that the commentator spout that old chestnut that the ball gathered pace off the wet turf, so does that mean that I can walk faster when it’s raining? Clearly not and it was a slog up the hill to one cricket match that had only just finished on Sarisbury Green, and then to another at The Hollow that evidently was not going to restart any time soon after rain stopped play.
It hasn’t been the first time ever that my imminent arrival at cricket has coincided with the heavens opening. Perhaps I should be on call when the league season starts to help save a game for one of our teams who appear to be approaching defeat. Without a waterproof jacket today, my hoodie was pretty damp by the time I reached home after 18.34 miles. Consequently I was becoming cold not too long after stopping and so a hot shower was in order and fresh clothes. After talcing my feet, of course.