Yearly Archives: 2017

Linlithgow on a Tuesday night turned out to exceed expectations. An old MBA chum lives (sort of) nearby and suggested meeting up. The suggestion of The Four (Bloody?) Marys was corroborated by the previous night’s boozer’s denizens and what a darn fine choice it was. The sort of local where you quickly feel local, regardless

it was a crisp start, thought I’d capture it before frostbite set in The forecast was such for me to don the long trousers for the first time… various snow, sleet and hail showers but definitely more showers as opposed to yesterday’s storm. Of course there is a poetic romantic beauty to snowclad moors and

probably like me you normally lose focus when the weather report starts talking about that northern place… as part of some sort of shock tactic this morning they put lots of white stuff on the UK pic in this neck of the woods and talked about bitter northerlies. my first-hand interpretation of this is that

i realise a few people were donning Lycra and running around London today in some sort of demented pub crawl in The Big Smoke but geez, really,…  I believe the max any of them did was 26 miles and 385 yards and then they got some TLC in the form of a cuddle, some aluminium

Well, one half of the ‘Scotland or bust’ statement has been achieved. For the record it occurred at about 9:30 this morning GMT (Goodge Milestone Time) after approx. 730 miles, 1.4 million steps and 35 days of walking. I had images of Sturgeon in some pre-referendum-union-dissolution fit of exuberance meeting me with steely glare or

Surely that’s a sight to put a spring into every stroller’s and strider’s step; not a bad way to start. Helpful really as the guidebooks to this stretch refer to ‘featureless’, ‘boggy’ and ‘Pennine Way purgatory’. Not very inspiring and if you’re not familiar with route-finding in this sort of area then basically whilst there

firstly, after yesterday’s gold caped Prog Blog today’s will be much more of a hair gel Now That’s What I Don’t Call Music type affair be not alarmed the wall I hit was not the physical one brought about by the debilitating effects of only having 9 toe-nails, simply a reference to ‘Adrian and the

A friend asked “what do you think about all day, every day?”. Well some of the answer is captured within these blog entries, for which I guess I should apologise. What I haven’t yet shared is that I will spend quite some time running through various prog songs; the rabbits, sheep and deer appear not to

as well as the occasional half day I was advised to have a rest day now and again… the Strava record of what I walked is almost life-size. A very gentle stroll up the valley from Garrigill into Alston. I tried to do everything really really slooooowwwwllllly this morning; leisurely breakfast not taken til 9