Day 21: Bradford to Huddersfield

I leave the stifling but sadly comforting confines of my box and I am met by a blanket of rain and an onslaught of sounds. The most piercing being the Taaaatttttt aa taaaaaatt!! Taaaatttttt aa taaaaaatt!! Taaaatttttt aa taaaaaatt!! that mercilessly invades my ears....

Day 20: Long Preston to Bradford

  The aches and pains trigger shivers and random nightmares and wanderings to past lives and keep me semi awake all night. In my uncurling and creaking state I laboriously get up like an old bear gnarling at an early wake from hibernation.   An age passes...

Day 19: Crooklands to Long Preston

Firstly I must thank all of you for your support, interest and encouragement in all things. I am certainly not worthy and am humbled. Thank you all and bless you.   I eventually wake up and set off with the glorious dales a beckoning.. I’m hurting...

Day 18: Penrith to Hell

I didn’t sleep well again and feel bleary eyed and positively ‘Stig of the dump!’ I shy away from the usual morning inspections, I know the mirror will not lie for me anymore. I am excited for the coming day as I am about to run shoulder to shoulder...