Slow Travelling Man

Since I was a nipper I have liked to bimble. It’s just something that floats my boat. For me the simple act of getting outside and just mooching around in an unhurried manner, often without any real sense or purpose, has become not only my hobby but also my therapy.

Whether through town or country, I find that travelling slowly over land (occasionally water) not only offers a chap a much-need excuse to escape from the confines of the rat-race, it also provides an opportunity to observe and thus appreciate the beauty of the world at one’s feet, the art and the architecture, the flora and fauna, and the chicken tikka masala with a pint of Guinness in the Spoons at 4pm on a Thursday afternoon, for example.

So, with bimbling being perhaps the perfect mindful activity for those fellows who simply desire a little escapism from the frenetic f**kwittery of modern life, I have composed this blog on the subject. Written hopefully with humour (something which is somewhat lacking in today’s society), I aim to give not only my honest opinion into the places through which I saunter, but also the odd snippet into the holistic benefits that one receives from partaking in such a pastime.

If this nonsense sounds like your sort of nonsense then put the kettle on, make a brew and feel free to read on. If not, feel free to shove off.

Cheers

Dan (AKA the Slow Travelling Man)

P.S. If you are so inclined to keep-up with my half-arsed exploits and excursions, hit the like button and perhaps follow me (obviously in a non-weirdo sort of way).

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