Well, I’ve made a start! But not off to a flying start by any means. The ankle that I sprained 18 months ago has decided, with immaculate timing, to give me some more gyp. I’ve done a few miles and it’s mostly OK, but I’m having to take it slowly and mince my way uphill with tiny little steps to avoid sharp spikes of pain. Just as well I’m not in a hurry! Hopefully it will improve if I don’t overdo it.
But apart from that, the coast path is lovely. Leaving behind the delights of Minehead (fish and chips, ice cream and an uninspiring beach) the path winds uphill through some pretty woods, before emerging onto rough hillside with fragrant gorse and small trees, sloping steeply down to the sea. I’ve traversed round these slopes for a few miles, and am happy to be tucked up in my sleeping bag resting my ankle, ready for a longer day’s walk tomorrow.