Ted and I went over to Monkstown this afternoon, after only a year of saying we were going to. It’s directly across the water–the ferry runs every few minutes, back and forth and forth and back, and the church I have taken to referring as my church is there (it turns out the church in question is the Sacred Heart Church, which has absolutely nothing on “Church of the Fairy Palace” as far as names go. The Church of the Fairy Palace is the Monkstown old church, apparently, and I have not yet been there, but I shall go soon!), and it’s perfectly gorgeous from across the water. It turns out it’s perfectly gorgeous from up close, too, with miles of waterfront walkway between it and Passage West (also directly across the water), and three walks mapped out around Monkstown that bring you around to the castle and the old church and everything. I am very much looking forward to going over and taking those walks!
And in walking around today, I reached Dunharrow! I’m currently on the 578 mile ride with Merry and the Rohirrim from Isengard to Dunharrow to Edoras to Minas Tirith leg of the Middle Earth Walk, with the Dunharrow to Edoras stint being sufficiently few miles (less than 30) as to not bother breaking it out separately. So I’ve got to walk another 380 miles to get to Minis Tirith, which will probably take me most of the rest of the year, if not all of it. I’ve been walking around Middle Earth since late March/early April 2003, and I’ve walked, um, 2332 miles in the last four years.
miles to Dunharrow: 198
miles to Minis Tirith: 1
I’ve done laundry and cleaned the kitchen twice. When Ted came home from Cork earlier today, I said, rather despondently, that I’d gotten nothing done today, and he saw the clean kitchen and the laundry in progress and put his hands on his hips and said, “Woman! You’ve done nothing at all today! What’s wrong with you?” *laugh* Yes, well, what I /meant/ was I’d done no /work/ today, and I’m still in the “Work? What is this work you speak of?” stage. Which is unfortunate, since it’s now after 5pm.
…however, I’ve just discovered I was writing about
I so confused!
I count the number of miles I’ve walked toward a destination, not how many are left. Technically, I suppose it’s miles toward Minis Tirith, but I don’t like how that sounds.
For some reason, “miles to X” made perfect sense to me, but it has made no sense to anybody else at all.
Miles to X makes perfect sense to me. What confused me was the contrast between “380 miles to Minas Tirith” and “miles to Minas Tirith: 1″…
*laugh* I can see that. I walked 4 miles yesterday, 3 of which completed the journey to Dunharrow and the 4th of which was the first mile on the road to Minas Tirith (leaving, I suppose, only 379, technically). It all makes sense in my head… :)
So… the miles to X is how many miles you’ve already walked towards that destination?
Correct!