This wasn’t the best col I experienced in Corsica. It was however part of one of the best walks. This was substantially because of a path comparable to those of Snowdonia, the Lake District, Peak District, or Scotland. Not rock and stone and boulders but a proper track.

I felt slightly traumatised by the roughness of Corsica. Back in Britain I had two trips to Snowdonia and felt I needed, like medicine, some smooth grassy paths. I found the first at Moelfre in the Rhinogs and the second at an anonymous place near Betws-y-Coed above a camp site.

It’s hard to explain this since it was feeling not science. You might however consider the reports you occasionally read citing the health benefits of walking. Rousseau did it, Thoreau, Wordsworth, Virginia Woolf, Nietzsche, Aristotle and Kant. Thoreau said “Methinks that the moment my legs begin to move, my thoughts begin to flow” which is not a bad summary. The walking referred to is not stumbling over rock which, it’s easy to understand, will jar and disrupt you. There’s a link, in other words, between bodily movement (or stasis) and mind.

 

Bocca Di Foggiale Panorama

Thursday October 15, 2015