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Notes on walking the same route for a year
By Ana Ruiz · 31 Oct 2026
For a year I walked the same four kilometres every morning: down the hill, along the harbour wall, back through the market before it opened.
The route never changed, so everything else did. The baker started on Tuesdays. A gull claimed the third bollard and kept it through the winter.
Repetition is how you notice. A walk you take once is scenery; a walk you take three hundred times is a record of what moved.