"It's only walking, mate. Don't worry about it!" - how clearly those words have been echoing around my head these last 10 miles. My feet feel as though they've been run over, the road we're walking on at the moment could easily see that happen, and we're 5.1 miles (according to google maps) away from tonight's B+B. On top of that, my sister, Hannah, is devastated - Federer is out of Wimbledon, and everyone at the weekend pretended to raise an eyebrow as England went crashing out of the World Cup.
But if Eric Idle were here, I'd be forced to look on the bright side. The sun is out, and we've had a fantastically lucky first few days. We stayed with Sarah in Praa Sands the day before we began trudging and what a time she showed us!! Beach, body-boarding, and the most fantastically welcoming people made for a wonderful distraction from the task ahead. On top of that, she drove us to Land's End on Monday and saw us off. It was a 20 mile walk, back to Praa Sands. The opening day had a fair few bumps - including cows, chav's with bombs, and the stunning St Michael's Mount. There was also a mile of impassable pathway, totally overgrown with brambles and nettles, which Liam immediately deemed passable. It seems I need to toughen up - considerably (it was also me who, as Liam turned to ask me what I thought about the cow situation, was met with the sight of me exiting the field exclaiming "f**k that Liam, those cows look mental". Time to man up, Alex.)
Day 2, an 18 mile road journey, is only worth a mention due to our new time-passing game: "Road-Kill Willy-Cricket". The man 'in bat' scores runs according the number of legs on the dead animal at the side of the road, and the 'fielder' may take a wicket by pointing out particularly interesting objects on the horizon, as long as they're shaped like a willy. I was all-out for 209. We've been in touch with Fisher-Price, and expect excellent feedback.
Today we continued from where we were kindly picked up yesterday by Alison and Jess: at the bleakest petrol station of all time. It seemed to me that half the shop was specially dedicated to rubble, and the other half to a man so unfathomably rude that I can only presume he was a badly programmed robot, or hasn't been given credit for a series of murders he's committed. We walked through Truro, which is excellent, and are now on our way to Indian Queens. We're currently sat in the Falmouth Arms, drinking a shandy, and making use of the free wi-fi.
Thanks for all the good luck texts and messages we've had! Message us at walkonethousand@gmail.com if you would like to get in touch for any reason.
Alex xx
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