S**t! The Met Office website today does not make for good reading. Heavy Rain. In fact, they've skipped from pleasant Green (no severe weather) straight through to Dark Orange (be prepared), missing out the slightly less ominous, and more useful, Be Aware. Well, we are aware now. I am also critically aware that I've lost my waterproof jacket, so today is looking like it might become known as Wet Thursday.
A lot has happened since I last wrote on here. We've now finished out journey along the River Severn, which was a genuinely lovely place to walk. Worcester is beautiful - we were lucky enough to have our walk straight past the Cathedral - and headed up to Stourport. Our accommodation in Stourport was the Mayor and his wife's house, who kindly took us out for dinner. I'm afraid to say, however, that we were probably not the best of company, having completed a 45-mile stint in 2 days.
I have invented some new exciting games, too, although I think Liam is less sold on them. The first one is called 'Puddles', which involves me jumping as hard as possible into puddles, as close as possible to Liam. He, in return, has invented a game called 'Punch', as a counter-measure. We're getting along beautifully!
We were very kindly put up in Wolverhampton by family friends, who not only put up with our smell and snoring, but also fed us up and - most important of all - took us out on Friday night to see the Bright Lights! I can't imagine what people will have thought of Liam and I throwing shapes on the dancefloor in walking boots, tracksuit bottoms, and almost matching t-shirts. George kindly suggested that people probably thought we were on a theme night - I'd hate to know the title of that theme...
Injury-wise, things seem to be hardening up. My left knee has a slight twinge, and (after a pretty sharp curry) I also had to walk 21 miles with bowed legs. Blisters, for the moment, seem to be a thing of the past - however I was slightly concerned yesterday to discover that the bottoms of my feet now appear to be made of wood. Liam's calf injury is a distant memory, and by tomorrow we hope to be in Derbyshire, where the serious hill walking begins. That is, of course, all dependant on whether or not we drown today....or tonight....in our tent.
Our list of people that must thank for their kindness is growing rapidly, and we will thank you all properly in due course. Liam sends his love; his beard is beginning to look magnificent. His hat, however, is ridiculous, and stinks. It's almost ruining the walk for me. He has just reminded me, however, that it keeps his head dry - along with his waterproof jacket. HUMPH.
Missing you all, and - as always - we'd love to hear from you!
walkonethousand@gmail.com
Alex x
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