It seems like forever since I was at the seaside. Dawdling on the beach this afternoon was delightful. Minutes passed while dogs and children bounded about. There were surprisingly few people.
I am having to rethink my holiday. I walked up into the hills yesterday in increasing discomfort. My heel felt as though it was scratched and raw. When I caught up with the leader, it was to say I was bowing out. Fortunately Cousin collected me after I had hobbled back down the hill, and so I did not have to sit out the walk with my sandwiches and water bottles at the end of the track. At the house I removed the dressings to see what was going on. My heel had a large circular sore, bigger than the healing part of the dressing. Cousin’s husband, a podiatrist, snipped away the skin, doused it in iodine and applied a new thick dressing which he advised me to keep dry. He didn’t say how. My attempt to shower with a plastic bag on my foot left the dressing somewhat damp.
Even the strap of my sandals made it hurt more, so I wasn’t exactly surprised this morning when, tentatively trying my boot, I realised I couldn’t walk a step in it without pain. The chances of healing in time to join any proper walks are remote. So while the others enjoyed their first walk in the Mournes this afternoon, I walked into Newcastle, and started to make other plans. I may not be able to do as I had intended when booking this break, but there are compensations. I enjoyed my stroll around town. There are cafés, walks I can do in my sandals as well as the beach. A bus will take me into the Mournes, and I can hop on and off to enjoy different spots. I am beginning to wish I had brought my other camera.