Clemy Preston

Passport Photo and Pastry Delights

Monday 9th Nov

This morning I set out on what was supposed to be a serious walk — the kind of purposeful stride you take when you’re on an official mission. My mission? Get a passport photo. A simple task. In theory.

I marched out the door feeling very proud of myself for embracing this whole “walk 60 miles in November” challenge. Look at me, being active, being outdoors, being… cold. And slightly damp. And already regretting everything.

I arrived at the photo place looking like someone who had just fought a mild battle with the weather — because I had. The camera captured my face in its natural state: confused, windswept, and questioning every life choice that led me to this moment. Perfect for a passport, really. Nothing says “ready for international travel” like the expression of someone who has just been betrayed by a gust of wind.

But then came the real challenge: walking home without stopping anywhere. And that’s when I saw it. The bakery. Glowing like a warm, buttery beacon of hope. I swear I could smell the pastries from across the street. Maybe it was a hallucination brought on by exercise. Hard to say.

Naturally, I went in. Because balance is important. And because pastries are delicious. And because I deserved a reward for surviving both the weather and my own face in a passport photo.

So yes — I walked this morning. I got my passport photo. And I carbo‑loaded my way home. November challenge: still on track. Morale: significantly improved.

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When In Athens

Saturday 7th Nov So what do you do when you miss a day of walking and you are in Athens.  Of course you jump on the train and head down to the Plaka. No I don't need anything, although you can't come here and not have Savvas. So walking, enjoying the noise, pollution and atmosphere. More importantly getting in my mileage. Share

Remind Me Why??

Tuesday 3rd Nov

Welcome to my November challenge: walking 60 miles. Yes, you read that correctly — walking. Outside. In November. A month specifically designed to be cold, wet, and miserable. I hate the rain, I hate the cold, and I consider walking a form of exercise, which means I also hate that. So really, this challenge is just me voluntarily suffering for charity. Think of it as character development… or poor life choices. Either way, we’re doing it.

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