Well, there it is. Over 500 miles, over 600 arguments, 700 beers and 800 Cows, and we've made it. And so my mind begins to contemplate what lies ahead of us, and what we've left behind. Certainly behind me lies one of my water bottles, both of my pedometers, flat walking, Freda's cooking, Wolverhampton, Praa Sands (including the beach, the surf, and the sun), and some of my clothes. In front of me lies the Highlands, the Loch Ness Monster, more heavily armed cows, Rain, Rain, Storms, Rain, Rain, and deep fried batter. Turning back is beginning to look attractive...
But, as Liam would say, '....well....it'll probably be alright...if you like....'. This evening I am writing to you from Settle, in Yorkshire, and those of you know that know Liam and I will know this village is an old friend - and so far we're being treated as such. Kindly, Ian Brooke (aka a nice man in the pub) has sorted us somewhere to stay tonight, and we're chuffed to have been bought drinks and directed to Settle's phenomenal curry house. This week has included some of the sternest hills we've encountered, a 26 mile Pennine Way endurance, and - frankly - not enough pubs, so we're very glad to see some familiar streets.
We must quickly mention, too, that Linda Walker and her husband came and kindly bought us dinner on Tuesday, and that today we're on the charity's homepage. Have a peek at our sun burnt mugs, and take that opportunity to be in awe of all the work that is being done to help the children of Belarus.
Missing you less and less now,
Alex!
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