Yearly Archives: 2017

… and Doc’s quote is very apposite . The journey home was an adventure in itself. We arrived at JOG just before the fog did…the morning after pic… The last blog was written before getting to the hotel room, and my curiosity over why my reservation was circled was resolved Saturday as Sunday was pretty

“What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals.” Zig Ziglar “Well done you two.” Doc

At about 11:20 this morning this happened. And about 30 seconds later …. It’s done…. 1150 miles over 56 days … about 2.75 million steps. For those who said I was doing the uphill version I can confirm that in fact it was downhill, an overall gradient of about 1 in 21,000 which I think

In day’s of Yore there’d be knights (and dragons) where yer man would face oncoming wild horses with nothing much more than a sharp stick: the knight errant. Can I claim similar with my walking pole and that the horses are now of the metal variety? Wick, the penultimate step, has been reached – they

Somewhat in keeping with my post of yesterday over the past days/miles I’ve been convincing myself that the finish isn’t Friday but a day earlier on Thursday. Logic being that not only does it seem closer but I figure that if (when) I get to Wick then there’s no way I won’t make the last

Do you remember Desperate Dan and his cow pie? No matter how much he ate it never seemed to go down, always as much as when he started… that struck me as I was a-trudgin’ along today on The Road to Hell wondering given the monotonous scenery whether I was actually getting closer. So your

yep, although maybe acropolis now and in deference to the continued state of dilapidation and detritus that we are still walking through… add Evanton and Alness to the aforementioned litany…but apocalypse did come to mind in a post-event way too… Having started with the National Trail delights of the SWCP in Cornwall continuing through to

We’re now at that jaggedy bit in the north east where we might actually see some saltwater again…. last spotted as we left Barnstaple – a mere matter of 875 miles ago. As we walk along it seems as if we’ve entered a shipping forecast… Beauly Firth, Cromarty Firth, Darnoch Firth.. here’s a recent pic

one fringe benefit of being dragged across heather moors and through gorse bushes is clearly the opportunity to indulge in, cough, extensive research into different whiskies. Here’s a chart for beginners Becca’s worked out what her favourite quadrant is but apparently re-re-re-confirming that others in the ‘wrong’ quadrants aren’t up to snuff Is The Right