When the bike lanes suddenly disappeared overnight I missed them like I never missed a piece of public infrastructure before. However, on the second day I was reconciled again when walking these deserted country roads through a landscape that makes you half-expect the Hobbit Theme to start playing in the background.
Colchester, Britain's oldest recorded town, is, in a way, a city of superlatives, though you have to look for them.
Once in a while, a nugget of gold...
(the English waiter on the ferry)
"How did you sleep, sir?"
"I slept like a baby."
"So that was you crying all night."
English people are either psychic or just very, very observant when the thing you most need at a certain time is suddenly offered to you by a stranger without having to ask for it (a coke, a cushion, a camping site).
In another coincidence, I met a person involved with the 25 year program run, among others, by the World Health Organisation to eradicate river blindness mentioned by Rob in his first guest post. The program has so far led to 1 billion treatments in 28 countries in Africa, 6 countries in Latin America and the Yemen. The disease has been interrupted in 4 Latin American countries and 9 regions in 5 African countries which is a tremendous success. This person reminded me of the calibre of people committing enormous amounts of time and effort to fighting blindness which is why it is so important that they receive the funding they need. Hence, also, this walk.
As a sign of gratitude I have taken up the service of their mascot 'Bango Duck' as my trusted
companion on these last 550 odd kilometres to Cork.