Dickens the Walker

Too busy writing about the anniversary here yesterday to mention Dickens' 200th birthday. David Copperfield is one of my favorite books — in fact, it's about time to re-read it — and I revere most of author's classics. (I'll admit, Bleak House was a bit tedious in parts.)

What I didn't know until yesterday (or perhaps once heard but had forgotten) is that Dickens was a walker. The "Morning Edition" story I heard about him yesterday said he liked to walk "far and fast."

"He did these great walks — he would walk every day for miles and miles, and sometimes I think he was sort of stoking up his imagination as he walked, and thinking of his characters," said Claire Tomalin, author of the new biography Charles Dickens: A Life.

Imagine going for a stroll and coming back with Mr. Macawber. Or Bob Cratchit. Or any number of the other real, human, flawed, funny, rich and revealing characters that people Dickens' novels.

Learning of the great man's walking habits makes me appreciate my ambles all the more. A walk may not yield a masterpiece. But it almost always produces a thought or two that I wouldn't have had if I hadn't moved my legs and jiggled my old brain a bit.