Space, the final frontier

When I am not staring into space, I am staring at maps. I have got the Big Walk into a bit of a muddle. I have a few friends to meet along the way and, whilst I am sure hampering my bold attempt at traversing the country is not at the forefront of their agenda, I know I will be easily distracted. The odd break in the proceedings is most definitely what is needed and, to be honest, any excuse to visit Manchester with a mate is fine by me. Also Liverpool. And Hull. And Barnsley. And Warrington. Oh I dare say I will stick one foot in front of the other at some point between Barnsley and Southport but, looking at my schedule, I'm not sure quite when. I'll stare at the map some more and then into some more space and it will come to me.