The tribe

The pied piper effect has hit, we are a tribe now , many of us
Guiltily I wonder if it us too many and our campspot hosts groan when
they see us.
The success/ problem is so many children under the age of 8 .
We have a strict rota for who can ride on the cart and for how long .
This has caused some screaming tantrums but I think we are managing.
We have a few young people with special needs , a few on the autistic
spectrum .
I feel chuffed (most of the time) that it works, we all pitch in, and
at times we create a space that I hope Is really inclusive .
Instead of an online community , an on road community .
We camped at Huntley village hall in the playing field.
Again brought gifts and made to feel welcome apart from one man who
shouted " the audacity " and then almost hit me with his stick when I
tried to explain what we are doing
Our artist arrived ,deborah, she is walking with a chair strapped to
her back as a representation of home I think!
Anyway ended up having very heated discussions about travellers,
race , identity
A lush journey the day before , stopped in a good lunch spot, brought
tea by one lovely lady and great conversations with john
My quote of the week:
" there wasn't enough hairy men around , the ones that were were
useless , luckily he had a hairy wife!"
We had a family join us from Huntley and walk with us, some other
villagers as well , perfect

Manic walk, in and out of the cart , laughter , screams ,
Then the dreaded call that our campspot hadn't been sorted
Shit
More mad calls , sorted
Got here
Then almost moment of the trip a walk up may hill
Awesome awesome
Wild horses , views , bracken, will spend my life going back there
when I can
Long walk today
Nine days walking left
I know that the tribe will continue to grow
Gulp
Hurray
( will never get back to starting weight let alone target )

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