I, too, am very intrigued by the mysterious Walking Man, as is my wife.

Roger Lee's letter and photograph (Letters, April 26) prompted me to write.

I first saw the Walking Man in 1996. I have seen him in places 20 miles apart on different days.

In 1996, I was a delivery driver in the Brighton area and surrounding countryside.

In those days, I called him the Running Man because he jogged everywhere.

Even then, he kept his face hidden, although he was more adventurous with his clothing, wearing a vest and shorts in the summer.

I noticed, over a period of two or three years, he started to limp on one side. Nonetheless, even then he had a little bag on his back.

Only in the past few years have I noticed him walking everywhere.

I can imagine if I spent as many hours as he does out in all weathers I would slow down quite a bit more than he has.

I have never seen this mysterious man interfere with anyone and he just seems to do his own thing.

Whether Mr Lee would get a response to "Hello" I am not sure. I certainly don't think he would get a whack with the stick because the man is too intent on his journey.

I feel sure if he was dangerous it would have been reported in The Argus.

You can imagine what sights of nature he sees, walking around the roads and lanes of Sussex.

I would hate to think he has nowhere to go at night and is living rough, eating off the land and has no friends or family.

If it suits him, however, who are we to interfere? I just hope our nosiness does not invade his privacy and disturb his integrity.

I have grown to admire him over the years I have seen him. I can see a bit of him in all of us who are nosy enough to want to know who he is.

He seems to represent a sense of freedom, with the sole purpose of getting that little bit further, without caring about the ultimate goal so long as, at the end of the day, you get another mile further in life.

I have spoken to quite a lot of people about him and they all have the same fear that, one day, someone will come round a corner on a country lane and knock him down.

Motorists must be made aware of his presence on the roads around Brighton and Hove.

Knowing the idiots on the roads, it may well make no difference but at least those who have written about him or read the recent letters are aware of him.

I hope the Running, Walking, Hooded Man might reply himself.

If not, good luck to him. I hope to see him around for a few years yet.

-David A Lunn, Coldean, Brighton