Injury may have curtailed my walking but I have not been idle – my perambulations have remained in the imagination. Walks have been planned, ideas have been formed but feet have not walked. I’m trying to get permission to walk a particular route around my village which would take me from the present, through WW2 and Victorian, past the Tudor and Medieval, close to the Anglo Saxon, Roman and Bronze Age. There is just a mile of ‘private’ land on the derelict airfield – seeking permission though. I will walk this route with maps from 1945, 1926, 1885 and 1835; with archaeological plans of old settlements and hydrological maps showing forgotten wells, one of which could be St Augustine’s. I would cross and re-cross the county border; walk across the range of wartime radar. I will awaken these silent narratives by walking, observing and documenting once my footsteps can be taken with ease.