The beginning. Looks shiny, no, it’s raining. I don’t mind the rain too much. It’s the freezing cold wind I don’t like. I took that photo yesterday. Today when I start walking I hope it won’t be shiny. I’m starting to feel better. I have two more days of taking my dose of antibiotics. I’ll walk today and see how I go. Can’t sit around for ever. I’m heading to Portlock weir. Supposed to be an easy walk. They don’t want to kill you just yet. I had a steam train ride yesterday. That kept me out of the wind and rain. Today is forecast for little or no rain. One can only hope. I will have a big english breakfast today, a good heart starter. I’m sort of relaxed, but also a bit anxious. I’ve never walked 1100 kilometres, and I’m on my own missing family. I know once I start, I will settle into the groove. I remember a couple of years ago, I started walking after a day of being cleared of covid and was kicking arse on all eight cylinders within a week. I’m hoping that will happen this time. Might rug up. I will carry my pack. If I find I’m not well enough, I can use a delivery service. I’ve given myself the best opportunity, by resting and staying off the booze. Now it’s time. Cheers