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builds in momentum. The cinematic
backdrop on stage shows a repeating
I walk for many days along little French highways,
clip in black & white of a flock of birds
through picturesque Breton villages & occasionally
flying together around a curve. I close
my eyes. I imagine I am a running wolf, on fantastically ferocious motorways where the rush
running through fields and forests.
Running free, colours surround me.
of passing trucks can blow you off the road if you
The concert takes me on journeys
daydream too deeply.
through my mind and reaches a grand
crescendo! The lights dim and all of
a sudden the drums explode into an
orgy of driving experimental rhythms,
the guitars scream God’s name angrily
whilst the violins spiral into a kind of
rhythmic insanity. The lights flash and
the stage backdrop shows footage of
world protests against the war in Iraq,
whilst the flickering images seem to be
rhythmically entrained to the ensuing
musical chaos. Tears stream down
my face & I am taken to a place that is
painful but deeply beautiful. A heavy
kind of melancholy laced with the power
of hope. In this moment I am touched.
After a few days rest it feels like
it’s time to march again. Filled with
faith I set out southeast towards the
mountains. As I look towards the
horizon I wonder how many days it
will be before I can see the tips of the
My walk through the mountains Basque country in this region is full of the journey! I am filled with emotion;
starts on the GR11, a mountain-walking rivers, winding roads and tall trees. It the thought of reaching the point where
path that runs straight down the middle seems to be a series of valleys and the I am, brings tears to my eyes. After
of the giants and stretches from coast climb out of the valleys is unforgiving. growing up & being told by teachers that
to coast. On the first day, when I stop by I am not far off reaching the start of the I was slow & stupid, then feeling for so
a clear, trickling stream to rest I notice a official path of Camino De Santiago. long that no-one took me or my ideas
happy looking man bounding towards It is my last day of walking; the black very seriously, I felt I had something to
me. He is an Irish walker named John. clouds huddle menacingly in the sky as I prove as much to myself as to my friends
He has only one arm & what seems like march to the thoughts of meeting other & family. My tears of sadness & joy mix
a ridiculously heavy backpack. John tells pilgrims. After 30km I arrive at St Jean de willing with raindrops upon my face. I
me he is walking the mountaintops from Vieux. My feet are buzzing with heat and look to the sky & in the same moment
coast to coast with his handheld Satellite my legs feel as if I were to stop walking that my sadness passes, one small gap
Navigation system! The courage of this for longer than five minutes they would appears in an almost totally cloudy sky.
one armed man inspires me! give up completely! It’s beginning to rain. This gap slowly passes over the Sun
After several days of walking & There’s only 5km left to the end of the & all at once I am bathed in sunlight,
sometimes climbing the extreme ups first part of my journey, I am determined touched by sunrays. Hope engulfs me &
and downs of the GR11 I decide to to get there today! in this moment I know that I will not stop
continue on to St Jean Pied de Port via I march into the ensuing storm with walking until I arrive in Santiago.
the Basque country roads, as I prefer my rain sheet covering most of me,
smooth ground, its easier to daydream, pilgrim staff in hand, which has now lost
which I enjoy as much as walking. The about a foot in length since the start of
adrenaline rainbow
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