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Inspired by the walking histories of two people I’ve long admired … Dickens and Arnold Toynbee … I recently decided to rediscover my favourite countries by walking across them. I did a few hundred km across the north coast of Spain last September and the same along the west coast of Portugal this Spring. Come September, starting on the day I turn 75, I’ll begin walking a 500 km stretch across Tuscany, Umbria and Lazio all the way to Rome. I’ve discovered belatedly but mercifully that walking is far more fun than working out in a gym. And given how many there are out there doing it now, it also makes great people watching!

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The concept of you being a flaneur is a bit much.

It carries an early Parisienne touch of a rogue slouching into a mistress’s lair..

It doesn’t work,your hair isn’t sufficiently quoffed

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We no longer have a car and walking is our hobby. We love it!

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I walk at a fairly quick pace I find that if I try to walk slowly I'm at a real risk of falling over this is a problem when I walk with older people.

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You've reminded me of Rachel Joyce's lovely Harold Fry, whose unlikely pilgrimage takes him 600 miles by foot from Kingsbridge to Berwick-Upon-Tweed, determined that his old friend Queen Hennessy will not die as long as he keeps walking. Walking has magical powers.

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