More tarmac, and fewer flowers, hard!

I'm a bit exhausted and down! Asking myself what the hell I am doing here?
Every night pain in my knees preventing me from sleeping and now a route becoming more and more monotonous with hard surfaces for walking. The last 4 days I would say over 70% of paths were tarred or rock hard grit roads which is killing my knees. On top, more and more surfaces between the trees are now ploughed thus destroying the incredible beauty of the flowers I had at the coast and making the landscapes very monotonous. The only way to survive is to switch off and become a robot in auto pilot. To help me I have been listening to audiobooks these last two days, at present a book on death, mourning and hospice work. I then sink into the book and my body walks on without my brain. My only connection to the world in that moment is the pain in my knees, hips and ankles reminding me that I am walking on surfaces that are too hard.Читать далее