Tuesday it was. Kaspar starting his walk with a rusty parasol to be exchanged. And more sun to come. Treelines, cloudscapes and a rainbow umbrella. Weathering out. Day five as a challenging one. The trial of the trail. Some heard 30 kilometres, others kept it to 25, as if distance could be measured. Somewhere afar, a newspaper had been printed, tracking the echos of steps already stilled. Newspapers piling up in the van; the van getting arrested in a traffic jam. Stand-still. Stepping to the horizon of a fresh shower. Walkers trickling in and drivers putting up the handbrake. Food comes with the ravishing people of De Beek. Immediately the sharp smell of garlic. And a magnificent chestnut tree that spans the dinner table as a forlorn umbrella; the carot-ginger soup, the cauliflower puree, the pear cake. Bram and Eleanor unpack, almost ritually, burning the map of the day, crossing the distance off the trajectory. Yana unties the bike. Night sets in and fire wood is brought in a wheelbarrow with a flat tire. We all breathe out carefully, as if not to disturb the serenity of the chestnut realm. A row of laptops lights up as the stars the other night. But connections are slow at this time of the day. We perceive a digital divide and decide to publish later. The animals are just beside, separated by a locked door. We accept the divide and slide into bed, horizontal again, laying down to stand up again, drawing a cross in the summer dust.
we start walking at 9:am of the day before..we did pretty well 30.71kms..all of us ..different paces and timing on the same line..we arrive just in time for the dinner..all of us ..so tired that we can't stop smile..stories, encounters to share and put together..in one ..we are getting use each other..starting to work as a collective one..everyone with a different attention and function..as different part of the body..trying to upload from the outside close to the fire
the only place where there's a wi-fi..our usb modem are working in Edge (i.e. an unusefull mobile connection if you pretend to upload)-mobile digital divide yes yes :(( , and even the wi-fi is not helpful tonight and move with the wind
so is better going to sleep and let's talk tomorrow
keep you update asap
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Along the walk the Walking Library sometimes offers readings to people and sometimes people offer us books. This video is of a translated reading made by librarian Hilary Ramsden for a woman who said she was out taking a walk near Pottes on her mobility scooter. When we came upon her, she was sitting at the edge of a country road looking out across a golden field of cut barley towards the horizon. The poem is 'The Grey Fold' by Thomas A. Clark from the collected anthology of radical landscape poetry < The Ground Aslant>. Here is a short excerpt of the poem read:
lifting your eyes / take the small voyage / out to the horizon/ and back again .../ ...you are the one/ walking alone/ intermediary between/ earth and sky'
Misha Myers, Walking Library
21 August 2011