.. A near deserted beach, golden sands and wide expanses glistening in early morning sun Two young lovers cavorting, doing that ‘heart with initials and Cupid’s arrow’ thing… Barely clad, gaily kicking sand … Recreating that Deborah Kerr and Burt Reynolds moment from From Here To Eternity (surely a tagline for LEJOG?!)…. Now scratch that
I ought to say straight away that I mean that topographically, not romantically… Yep, these picturesque fishing hamlets nestled in snug little bays must be such fun to visit in a car … or even bus … Has anyone ever seen someone whose legs are suited to the height and gait of the steps that
sometimes some people ask why we do this long distance walking thing … Well, not so much sometimes as pretty much every time… And not so much some people as many I guess … Ok, probably most … If not all….. ANYWAY … Today was one of those glorious sunny but not too hot days
all the posturing and chest-puffing is over (and for me too) – today was the hard yards, no hiding place when you’re out in the elements battling all that Mother Nature can throw at you. But did we care? Hard core as we are we toiled away gamely putting one foot after another into some
So, first major obstacles have been negotiated – yep, the rigours of 4 hours on public transport … and to prepare Becca for 2 months of my inane chatter the Cornish tourist board kindly lent us some passenger who was able to speak at incessant length to anyone within or without earshot about her family,
The Land’s End to John O’Groats ‘bit of a stroll’ start day is not very far … in contrast to the walk itself which, it is gradually dawning on me, is really quite really quite far…. always been quick on the uptake me. Becca and I have been doing plenty of training walks with our