I can’t explain my feet comes full circle!

I can’t explain my feet is 5 comes full circle and looks back at what’s gone on/

 I have been writing posts for I can’t explain my feet for five years now. I’m not always sure what I’m doing but I can’t explain my feet came about as a way of journaling my walks and places I visit when travelling about. My writing can be about anything really, but in the main, it is about getting out and about. As I cantexplainymyfeet comes full circle it seems apt to post some of the best posts that were enjoyable to write about, and great places to visit.

In June 2016 driving down to the West Country for some time when the news broke that Brexit had won the vote.

A feeling of impending doom took over me. This year has been varied and interesting. The best Event of 2016 was seeing PJ Harvey, the worst was The Uk voting for Brexit. 



picture of protesters walking over westminster bridge

Walking to Westminster from Kennington to protest about the lack of social housing.



APRIL 2016

A WEEKEND with the UK Explorers taking time out to meet a new group. I eventually joined another walking group and went off for a weekend  Peak District Weekend


 PJ HARVEY at The Eden Project

Let England Shake!

We had seen PJ Harvey play a fantastic gig at The Eden Project, her newly released album ‘Let England Shake, seemed appropriate after the news about Brexit! We were on a rocky road, and I wasn’t happy but the gig really felt profound and beautiful.

The Eden Project  Cornwall

I would like to dedicate this post to a very dear long-time friend from Cornwall.


the forver fantastic Cornishe coastline

On the way to Sennon Cove

I met Keith in London in the early ’80s both of us were on some Government Back to Work Scheme;  we became friends as we had a shared interest in bands like The Fall and The Damned! He had a good sense of humour & an appreciation of the ‘Dark Side, When he moved back to Cornwall he kindly put me up on my many visits. He gave me the opportunity to really get to know Cornwall. Keith was a real fun guy unfortunately Chron’s disease finally got him. RIP Keith.

Let England Shake After all the tension pre-Brexit, we got a great polished performance from PJ Harvey. You can read the full post in Let England Shake.     The Eden Project


I’m going to NYC in September and haven’t visited there since 1986, at that time I stayed in Harlem for a month, the hostel cost me $3 a night, and it was the best time ever I loved it.

Until then

keep on keeping on.


R.I. P keith, you are missed more than you ever know.


I can’t explain my feet best walks of 2014-2015

I can’t explain my feet the best walks of 20142015

I can’t explain my feet’ The best of my walks from 2014 -2015. It has been fun to collate. Every year is different and I look back and read my posts. How did I find the time to do all that?  I can’t explain my feet best walks of 2014-2015 shows some fabulous walks, photographs, and great posts. I will continue collating favourite blogs from 2016-2017 in August I Hope that you enjoy reading I can’t explain my feet’ best walks of 2014-2015. 

February 2014 Westgate to Margate...

A familiar stroll along the coast – See archives for more stories and pictures Westgate to Margate revisited February 8th 2014



May 2014 Urban Landscape

Excel/ Docklands Trinity Buoy Wharf

One of my favorite off-the-cuff walks.

The entrance to the Wharf has a varied display of street art, sculpture & murals.

A musical tide chimer….

July 2014 Photography in Posts .

Photography in posts

Wildflowers on a cliff top Dover


Photography is another tricky art form, depending on what camera you use will determine whether you can size your photographs online. After a lot of experimenting with different cameras, I realised that I need One phone just for pictures & the other for maps, when out on very long walks. Occasionally I like to use a 35 mm camera. 

SEPTEMBER 2014 -Thorney Island! A strange hypnotic walk

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I can’t explain my feet 2012-2013


I cant explain my feet  2012-2013

Since starting writing and navigating, I can’t explain my feet, it has been a pleasure to have discovered new places and written about them all. I can’t explain my feet 2012-2013 is a celebration of my best walks and posts, I have learnt about new walks, in areas outside of London; but near enough to be able to do in a day.

Looking back at I can’t explain my feet 2012-2013; rewriting and republishing gave me an opportunity to reflect on how far I have traveled; in more ways than one. It has been a joy to write about my travels.

I rediscovered my love of London; as well my love of Newcastle, and the North East coast; and on top of that, I have found new places on the south coast and Sussex.

Below I have selected some of my BEST blogs in my first two years as a blogger! It has been great fun. I learned about The pacific crest trail from reading Wild Cheryl Strayed, this led me to take a new interest in the world. I have yet to manage such a journey but one day, I will do.

read more about Cheryl Strayed- Author

Shoes and Boots! my first ever post

The Charleston House Experience

Rye- Hastings walk`

Thinking about walking -thinking about writing!


1979 you could smoke on tube- and travel, All night!!

Take a walk on the wild side- cover of Wild, an body and mind exploration of the Pacific Crest Trail.



Anybody got the blues?

 Sharing Blogs, reading different blogs.


Learning to lead & the Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry


Northward bound


Wild Cheryl Strayed


Up next Best of 2014- 2015 Until next time, Keep on Keeping on.



Is it better to travel or arrive


Magic ward and fairy dust


Is it better to travel than arrive?!

I leave my building at 8.20 am, where I walk briskly down Railton Road to Brixton Tube. As I got to the station, my heart sunk as I was confronted by 2 queues being controlled at the top of the stairs. (crowd’ control!)  There are three staircases to the entrance at Brixton Tube Station, two going in and one for those coming out. There are considerably more who want to go in than come out.

Some deviants try to escape the cattle-like situation & huddle into a small lift, which is only big enough for about 4 people with suitcases. The scoundrels squeeze themselves in hoping to get to the platform without having to wait in line.

Arriving at Victoria Station, I was getting flustered at being diverted to a different exit. It was jam-packed and claustrophobic. . I start to feel panicky in the crowd trapped underground.

Further panic as I realised it wasn’t such a good idea trying to get on a peak time train to Gatwick with an off-peak train ticket. I managed to get away with it. I arrived at Gatwick, realised in the nick of time Easy Jet who usually depart from South Terminal had changed to North Terminal. If they emailed me that information I overlooked it.


 Is it better to travel than to arrive.?

What is it with this part of the journey, you are at the gate with a passport check/boarding pass & going on to the plane? You are told to put your handbag in your bag! Now walk 100 yards from here to the plane and take your bag out of your bag-Oh for Christ’s sake I’m getting annoyed and flustered now. All said and done once I sat on the plane I was fine.

The Journey French/English

Funny as soon as I got to France all office politics and tedious concerns had dissolved. There is no point caring about things you cannot change, but focusing on the things you can. My extremely limited understanding of the French language is shown up at the ticket bureau at the airport.

Buying a return ticket for the airport bus to Toulouse. We have a bit of a situation. The guy could speak good English.I can sort of string a sentence in French with missing bits!

It was a sort of polite battle of wills as to who was going to lead the conversation. I will make the effort but if the guy can speak fluent English and is keen to do so who am I to argue.? The journey to Toulouse was easy the roads not crowded and I was there in no time.

My next hurdle is buying my aller simple  (Single ticket)to Cahors! I had it written down on a bit of paper but wanted to practice speaking.

There was some confusion the lady misunderstood my request for a simple aller Cahors with a simple Latour de Carol.

Although I might be able to ask for something in French, I can’t always understand what they are saying back. Unless they pronounce it clearly and speak slowly.

She printed a ticket out and I asked if this was the Paris Train or the train that goes to Brive. Apparently not. This train was not going to either of those places. I knew something was wrong  Buried somewhere in my bag. I had this information written down, the exact time, price, and train type.  Eventually somehow, I revived my bit of paper. she reimbursed me with the correct ticket. Not too much tutting or disapproval expressed no harm done.

Better to travel than arrive.?

RL Stevenson’s original quote

“Little do ye know your own blessedness; for to travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour.”  It is ultimately expressing that to live in hope and anticipation is more exciting than arrival.

Taoists also believed the journey is as important as arriving. Life is a journey. There’s a lot of talk these days about people being on journeys but usually people are waffling on about their careers or path to success.

I doubt this has much to do with any real journey of Taoist Wisdom, travelling far and wide.!  Modern travel these days has about as much romance in it as a Brussel Sprout, it feels more like being on a conveyer belt.

Brixton to Montcuq Door to Door is about a 12-hour journey


The Poplar Tree


Once fertilized, female catkins develop into fluffy cotton-like seeds, which fall in late summer. It was unseasonably warm this weekend in May, so perhaps this is happening earlier than usual. I had gone on a little walk out of the village and all this was streaming through the tree from a great height & sounded like gentle rain, it was quite magical, but I didn’t have my camera to make a video. Returning later in the day it had all settled.



Sienna a keen budding photographer, as well as a great Hip Hop Dancer.

Sienna Taking pictures in the village


Lots of stray cats in the village, this one didn’t look too bad though. Probably been in a few scraps..













Counting Steps

  A feast of walks, counting steps, and getting there.

Counting steps has become a daily occurrence. I had bought a pedometer & tested it out walking from Souther Lighthouse  to  South Shields That was a wee walk really, about 6 miles. When counting steps 10,000 steps is equal to about 4 5 miles. Lunch was a real treat in the fantastic ocean road fish and chip shop. We were going to carry on walking & counting steps in Newcastle, later on, that day.

Big Clouds you can almost touch

Marsden South Shields


It’s surprising how easy it is to clock up the miles & inspiring to see we had walked over 30,000 steps in a day.

I spent a lot of time just walking up and down the Quayside & visiting the Baltic

(There’s always something new & interesting going on in there) followed by a walk in the City Centre & a quick visit to Tynemouth we had clocked up about 12 miles.

Looking at Newcastle from The Baltic



Saturday 8th of April Berwick to  Lewes walk

 I now had both maps downloaded as the area bordered on two maps & I  brought along the newly acquired physical Hastings Map, which had some of the walk and the second part was on the map I had left behind. Although both of them were downloaded on the phone, the battery was running down rapidly. In the middle of the country it is very easy to get lost. There is very little in terms of signposts and landmarks. Without a map for guidance it is useless.

Future tips for walkers

  • If the walk overlaps on two separate walks, bring both maps’
  • Make sure to have a portable charger, fully charged, and an external socket to use on the train.
  • Have plenty of pockets with zips. I lost my Network rail card on this walk. This meant I had to buy another ticket to get back to London.

In the country

This is not just going for a walk, this is trying to navigate a walk.  The intention is to get to know the area,  so I can lead a new walk.  At this point, my loyal companion & occasional walking partner, summoned up his inner scout & he happily took the lead with the one paper map.

Just get us to our destination.!



We arrived safely back in Lewes feeling somewhat spaced out.

Arriving at our local pub in Lewes,The Lansdowne. We spent a happy couple of hours in true troubadour style drinking a few beers ;with some rock n roll soundtracks playing from the jukebox, to keep us going.


Ready for action and to get out again on a coastal walk. No map was needed for this walk. The path was clear and for a change, there were no engineering works, no strikes,

Starting from Seaford it’s not long before you’re going up the cliffs and it’s as vigorous as I remember. The golf course seems to have cut into some of the cliff tops at Seaford Nature Reserve. This isn’t good for us walkers. We managed to walk it in good time though and had great weather.

Seaford looking towards The Seven Sisters


We had a rest in The Tiger Inn, East Dean Village.The sun wasn’t really strong enough to just sit outside, so  a quick bus took us back to Seaford, to have a quick drink before catching the train home.

After the last walk, we were well happy to have had a relatively easy day out. I was greeted by a surprise as I got back home which really made my day.


The return of my Network Rail Card

I enjoyed the journey home and got back to Herne Hill at about 8.30 pm. There was a small jiffy bag waiting for me in the hallway. I didn’t recogonise the writing and my name was misspelled & the postcode was incorrect.Lo and behold! It was my Travel card holder: with my  Network card, unused return ticket, and Ramblers Membership card. Tucked inside was a wee note to say it had been found.

I was thrilled, someone had found them  & had taken the time to find my address – none of the cards had my address on them.I have since posted back a thank you card and put in a packet of 1st class stamps. It’s always nice when someone does something kind. 

Until Next Time Keep on Keeping On.

I’m leading my annual walk along The Seven Sisters today. I may well do it again later in the year if they are short of walk leaders.