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But I would walk 500 miles …. So you’ll never guess what happened today … Da da Lat da …. That bit about falling down at your door was pretty apposite I’d say… But I do Proclaim that I have walked 500 miles. I would be that man.

upon reflection on yesterday’s sodden experience we have laughed about how I, from the back with my  saggy black waterproof trousers and walking cane (bit of a shin splint issue), waddling along must have looked so Chaplinesque, a right Charlie me.

today was mist on the moors and my not-so-best-friend Pete Bogs. He makes me jump he does. I also wonder if he’s related to Cornish Cliff, son of Mr. and Mrs. Edge, he who is repeatedly referred to as ‘dangerous’ or ‘unstable’, of him you must beware apparently.

Here’s the misty and the less so view

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We have also made it to Yorkshire, one of the ridings. It was ‘a moment ‘ standing by the river Don, reading a sign from Barnsley council. Does this count as north yet? We are actually staying in Holmfirth which should strike a strong chord with fans of vintage British comedy… Foggy indeed.

Becca has noticed lots of salons, more per capita than elsewhere it seems… but as I tried to tell her pretty irrelevant given our hair today gone tomorrow status

another beast of 28 miles coming up on the morrow, but we’ve been fortified staying in a brewhouse-with-food-and-rooms-and very nice people place.  La vie est belle mes amis.

We continue to be moved by the messages of support – unsolicited and also when we’ve had to reach out: a team effort, many thanks.

Moor of the same tomorrow … 52000 today, Stroll on.