Day Thirty-One. I suppose there was an assumption, at the start of the walk, that by the end things would get easier.
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Day Thirty. Hobblin’ John Hogweed is up early this morning rubbing ibuprofen gel into his shins and reading the leaflet…
Day Twenty-Nine. We left John on something of a cliffhanger last night. He had been ordered to ice his right shin within an inch of frostbite…
Day Twenty-Eight. We start the day on a high, a breakfast bagel with coffee outside the Golden Bagel next to Benfleet Station..
Day Twenty-Seven. Thunder is rolling across Shoeburyness as we convene for the next walk, starting on the seafront…
Day Twenty-Six. As we move ever closer to the end, there is a growing sense of the importance of health.
Day Twenty-Four. Just when you think it’s going to be okay, when the aches and pains have faded..
Day Twenty-Three. Today I had a delivery of new socks. This is not something I would normally get excited about..
Day Twenty-One. There are so many things that we humans collect for fun…
Day Twenty. We are going to hit 300 miles today, but the weather is going to make us work for it.