So, I ran the Thames Path.
"The threads of ten thousand spiders" - the first couple of days: starting out in the morning, wading through dewy grass and getting soaked feet, and breaking the threads of ten thousand spiders as the first living thing to cross the path in hours, the first human to set foot on it in days. Sticky threads that collect on your bare skin; arms, legs, face... at the end of the day I'd be scraping them off the rubberised parts of my TomTom and run pack.
|What you can't see it the thousands of micro-fine spider threads that drape across from the bushes and plants|
"The solitude of the trail" - for much of the first 5 days, and almost all of the first 2 days, I didn't see another human being. I didn't have to talk to anyone for hours and hours. Just me and moving forwards.
|Just me, and this.|