After a concerted start to write regularly, there has been a long pause. My last post tells me that I was slowing down, attracted to the meandering of the ox bow river at Cuckmere Haven. I remember choosing my words carefully, intended to reassure myself that even if I do not look or feel like I am making any headway, chances are I am taking the best path I can.
I have Chronic Fatigue (CFS). Despite living only a couple of hundred yards from the sea, I have not been able to walk that far for over a month. My body has crashed and I am waiting for it to reboot. It is slowly begining to stir
On Tuesday I walked to the sea.
