Yesterday was great and sobering.
I know I’ve already said this but it feels overwhelming, this is everywhere, every pub, every campsite, the scale of it, always sobering, over breakfast at the B and B we talked about our project with a couple who were staying, guess what?
The themes of abuse and violence strongly resonated with them.
Again and again and again, it seems that every time Viv speaks up; even when we’re both tired and I secretly think “ shall we just drink tea and not say anything this morning?”
It lands, and over and over we hear about the affect of abuse on lives.
We walked with a fantastic group of people yesterday, past an old row of cottages that I used to go on holiday to as a child, over big drop cliffs, a rainy lunch spot and finally West Bay.
We made a fire and all spoke out the same words
My name is Sarah
My voice is powerful
I say no to abuse and violence.
It was hard not to cry hearing others say it and harder to say than I thought it might be.
It’s our last day today,
My blisters are sore and it looks like rain; every step is saying no to abuse and violence.