Had great time in Wensleydale last Sunday, did a 13 mile trek up and down and around the Dales near Bainbridge, Hawes and Askrigg (famous for the TV series It Shouldn’t Happen to a Vet).
There was only the three of us, the trek leader, who had one speed – fast forward and another chap who was veteran of 24 consecutive Great North Runs and me on my third real walk of my life. The day was a mix of sun, wind and rain. I can honestly say I was bit tired by the end of it all and that would be putting it mildly. I kept biting my tongue to stop myself saying “Are we there yet ?”.
Fact of the day – we walked along the river Bain, which at 2 miles is the shortest River in Britain.
It took me a couple of days to recover. On the Tuesday, I did have doubts and was tempted to auction my boots for Sport Relief.
By Wednesday I had regained my enthusiasm and vigour, but knew I still had the planned trip to the nurse for a couple of armfuls of inoculations the following day to come.
I thought I felt bad on Monday night but following the 4 sets of jabs on Thursday, I reached a new low. I now know what being a zombie feels likes.
From now on the only way is can be up. I am looking forward to a 10 miler on Sunday as Marshall for the St. Clare’s Robin Hood Walk around Jarrow (followed by a couple of deserving pints in The Robin Hood Inn).
