A week from now, I’ll probably be at the end of The Ridgeway or close to it. I’ll have put in 85 miles of graft and, I expect, pushed through physical and emotional barriers to reach a point where I can rest. From start to finish I hope to stop only to eat something substantial, get the odd hot brew, and take a few photos. No sleep, for at least 24 hours.
I’ve never gone this distance before and with my Nan dying and finding myself out of work in the last two months, I’ve definitely felt the wind go out of sails. So I don’t know if it’ll 24 or 30 or 36 hours. I just know I’ll be pushing on, determined to make the distance. Still, for me, it’s a challenge that I can take on knowing there is an end in sight.
For people suffering domestic abuse, that’s not true.
Their homes are not a place of rest. Every day is an arduous journey that begins again and again, feeling a bit more depleted each time. Sleep, if there’s much opportunity for it, is fretful and laced with nightmares. These are the people I’m going to be moving for.
There’s a link below to sponsor me. If you could share with or nudge a friend or family member, that would be amazing. Directly works best, not just a social media tag.
We can make a difference.