The day I hit the wall…

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 mess he made. Seriously, Auf Wiedersehen Pet or what. Apart from the wall what else did he ever do for us anyway ?

however being past said structure continues to build a sense of ‘northernness’ further reinforced by strolling by Kielder Forest.

Dark and brooding somewhat but progress.

I’m not sure how (almost certainly due to Doc and the clever things he does) but there appears to be an up to date pic of progress

Now in Bellingham, apparently the ‘g’ is soft as in ‘Arsenal spine’ and over the 23 miles and almost 7 hours to get here along mostly Pennine Way or National Cycle Trail I bumped into 1 walking couple and 1 cycling couple all day. Seems a bit strange …

milestone of the day: over 700 miles

steps: 40,000

Stroll on ?