Back blogging on here again after my exploits on the charity walk down the east coast. It was a game of 2 halves as they say. The first bit at the end of June was bloody hot, I lost about a stone and the gorilla gloves melted, the second half was spent muddied up to the eyeballs in soggy fields listening to the sound of raindrops amplified to cannon fire by the roof of the tent. I did Berwick-Upon-Tweed to Whitby (mainly in the gorilla suit) in 11 days, then had to miss out the bit between Whitby and Brid as I had to do battle with the passport office at Liverpool (doing it next year). It took me 9 days to walk from Brid to Mablethorpe but only a mile and a half (in Cleethorpes) was actually on the coast, which is a bit of a blow when you're doing a coastal walk, the rest of the time I found myself hopping up and down off the grass verges of winding B roads which was a pain in the arse quite honestly. I had planned to make it to Great Yarmouth by the end of August but I've run over budget somewhat so that's it for this year.
I came back to Blackpool last weekend for the "Cumberland Ex-Servicemen's Club" annual reunion which was a hoot and unbelievably well attended, a bit TOO well attended if anything and there's talk of giving Reginald Dixon (anybody under 50 - google him) the day off and booking the Tower Ballroom next year.
So now, I'm staying here until I return to Benidorm in September in the girlfriends tiny bedsit, -where ever you are in the room you can reach the sink - and we're both suffering with cabin fever.
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