Where would you go?
My wholly unrealistic dream would be to walk in Galilee. I would love to walk the Via Francigena, starting in Canterbury, as two of my friends did when he retired from the Navy – she had offered him a nice relaxing cruise but understandably he was not interested. But I fear that by now my knees are not quite up to a tramp of three months or so. I might one day do the last stage through Tuscany to Rome. Meanwhile, one day I hope again to walk, alone, from Cambridge to Walsingham.
