my constant companion on this LEJOG adventure (especially now in the absence of the beauty and the brains of the team) has been my Cicerone guidebook. Andy Robinson has spoke to me and taken me by the hand every day. Yesterday he somehow knew that as I couldn’t hit a barn door at 5 paces
Yep, punsters, I was knocking around Saddleworth Moor today (geddit?!)… hey, it’s been a long day and as my guide book (regrettably accurately) stated ‘start with a steep climb … fork right (insert your own Spike Milligan joke here) … then steep climb again’ you might guess I’ve had time to ponder on life the
… so clearly I would flunk Criminal Class 101. The very good friends who took in a beaten man just under a year ago are kindly putting me up again and dropping me off tomorrow for The Big Push Part Deux. Andy and Mary being of northern persuasion have briefed me on what to expect
Thanks to ‘Doc’ for the updated progress chart … which with great regret concludes LEJOG Part 1. The shin splint problem is healing too slowly and our window of opportunity has all but vanished. We’ve been back home for almost a week now and have been very touched by the sympathy and support shown …
yesterday I went for a training walk: Becca put those reins on me you use for 5 year olds (my gloves were on string too), and after a short while it became evident that normal walking was still too painful (even without the pack) and I was twisting my knee to compensate. Not a sustainable
The shin is still splinted (stings a bit etc… thanks for all the sympathy and sound advice fellas ?) … but chez Andy and Mary great and generous hospitality has provided some balm for the soul… oh, and more than a little rehydration therapy. More necessary rest regrettably tomorrow.
the old cart horse here… The reference yesterday to shin splints (singular more accurately, the left) was probably underplayed. I’ve been increasingly suffering over the last 5 days or so and it got to a point around lunchtime that I broke down. The tear ducts became as strong as my leg; luckily there was a
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
Various electronic gizmos that worked upon arrival have now shut down… Until further notice my mobile number is hors de combat so please use 07795257980 (Becca’s number).
yep, we visited them and they all came to visit us today … along with all their soggy, sodden children, aunts, uncles, second-cousins twice removed and friends they’d briefly met on their rain-dance fest (postponed due to good weather). we got wet. Then we got wetter. We have established that my water resistant gear is somewhat