Why I Walk
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When we were young and pretentious we’d call it flâneuring. My best friend and I would set off on quiet Sundays from her tiny flat in Holborn and spend hours roaming Limehouse, Wapping and the deserted city. When my best friend became my girlfriend, a couple of times a year, we’d board an Easyjet to Palermo, Berlin or Madrid where we’d head out of our two-star hotel after a disappointing buffet breakfast and decide to turn left or right - and then just keep on deciding left or right, left or right, based on nothing but the mysterious way each direction would beckon us. Then we got married, grew older, moved to the country. As we changed, so did this thing we did. It now had, as its accoutrements, not Euros and sunglasses, but muddy walking boots, sandwiches in little zippy plastic bags, Ordinance Survey maps and two excited young dogs.
