A rebel without a clue.

Day two away in the North East. I forgot that the reason I pay my money to the inn keeper is to recover - £50 - to return to sanity for the next day. OK in Europe I can stay somewhere for much less than that, and indeed almost nothing with monks, nuns and priests, but I am sat pondering the day ahead in a hotel The Dunes  on South Parade, Whitley Bay, and recovered from the appallingly bad ex-YHA in Newcastle (Kabannas). Back to Newcastle for Thursday night and visited two bars. One in Gateshead near the High Level Bridge (Station East) and one below the Tyne Bridge (Crown Posada) and had an average Spanish tapas 'meal' before retiring to Sleeperz. I'd definitely visit Newcastle again. It's 15 years since Glenn and I got wasted there and 30 since I ran away from the end of my third year at the University of Northumbria - at the end of a really crappy year. Fortunately, the weather was good for those three days and I feel quite enlightened, enthusiastic, inspired. But no...

7am day two of 2025. Another day in Wetherby. Three days and two nights - including two days dog sitting Lola, but back to Leeds this evening and then what? Please I can't keep yo-yoing like I have for the past ten years. It's not enough. Wetherby is so minor and conservative in the scheme of things. It's a place creatures older than dinosaurs go to die. 6:15am day three of 2025. The Krackon awakes next door... I mean her not him: her voice carries like Adrian's never has! Lola is by my side. I stayed overnight as mum wants to go to Harrogate this morning to return a pair of pointless shoes and they're they're not winklepickers... Two days of walking as far as I felt capable around Wetherby. Two hours each time. The wet weather has gone and now we're in the grip of winter. I want to get away... No Lola by my side as she recovers the operation. *** Went to Hebden Bridge this weekend and walked to Hardcastle Crags on Saturday. On Sunday I had an adventure in t...

Off to see Lola, that lovely girl. She so wanted to go further than 15 minutes yesterday, but mum threatened that she'd never forgive me if I made Lola suffer - Lola was looking at me with that knowing look when she wants to take me through The Horsefair Centre... And she did. Only 20 minutes, but she wanted to hop much more... But I forced her back to 42 once more, then I hooked up with Andy and Ian; and I pondered my absence from the allotment... Andy indicated he was going to reroof the shed... Have I lost interest or is the pain in the foot too much for me to overcome? *** Seems I've lost the ability to convey my feelings in this journal? Something is playing havoc with my mind... Alcohol and doubt. Mainly doubt. Uncertainty is creeping where once I was without fear. Yesterday I ate wrong and drank wrong and felt claustrophobic amongst the masses as I brought out the lanyard I wear when feeling overwhelmed by people people people.... *** Camino Saturday. Breakfast and a cof...