Ever since we began our adventure a week ago, I have had my eye on this Thursday. A short walk, then an afternoon pottering about the shops and cafes of Lewes.
The morning's walking turned out to be only around seven miles.
'Perhaps we can make it longer,'
'Absolutely not!'
An afternoon without milestones to hit was a wonderful prospect. But when it came, it was hard to adjust to the change of pace.
Even as we began to wander the streets, I was still waiting for Nigel's Fitbit to announce 'Eight miles!' I kept feeling I had forgotten something. It was my walking poles - abandoned at the hotel.
Worst of all, our feet, instead of rejoicing at the leisurely pace, began to ache.
We had to cut short our visit to Charleston Galleries and hobble back to the hotel.
So much for the bright lights of Lewes!
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