[Tony]
Day 7 Richmond - Osmotherley. 40km (221km total)
Yesterday Martin got a lift with Ruth back to Bradford, never to be seen again. Eddie had persuaded Jane to replace Martin at the Lion Inn and Grosmont on Friday and Saturday. A romantic weekend for four! Eddie offered to provide support for me and Mick on this 26 mile slog. The plan was for him to meet us at key points in his car while carrying our rucksacks. Every three miles or so at some road junction Eddie would be there to water us and let us tuck into our choccie bars.
By lunchtime at Danby Wiske we decided it was time to relieve Eddie of his services, so he could head down to Cambridge.
The going was very tedious as it was mainly road and track walking and the pace which was exceeding three miles an hour slowed considerably as the afternoon wore on. Mick was obviously hobbling along and it was only a matter of time before he announced he was heading home in the morning. By the time we got to Ingleby Cross the going was literally painfully slow.
It felt like the Coast To Coast adventure was coming to an end, unless I would, or could, battle on as a lone adventurer.
[Mick]
Yes, too many Sundays spent recovering from hangovers, watching football or playing on Geoff's Nintendo 64 instead of tramping up hill and down dale has left me not very fit. I haven't previously experienced not actually being able to put one foot in front of the other before, but at Ingleby Cross, heading up the hill to Osmotherley, it got a bit pathetic. There was no option but to bail out. As Tony has just remarked 'like all good cricketers, you get to 200 not out and then declare'. After 202, almost consecutive, kilometres, I've declared.
Day 7 Richmond - Osmotherley. 40km (221km total)
Yesterday Martin got a lift with Ruth back to Bradford, never to be seen again. Eddie had persuaded Jane to replace Martin at the Lion Inn and Grosmont on Friday and Saturday. A romantic weekend for four! Eddie offered to provide support for me and Mick on this 26 mile slog. The plan was for him to meet us at key points in his car while carrying our rucksacks. Every three miles or so at some road junction Eddie would be there to water us and let us tuck into our choccie bars.
By lunchtime at Danby Wiske we decided it was time to relieve Eddie of his services, so he could head down to Cambridge.
The going was very tedious as it was mainly road and track walking and the pace which was exceeding three miles an hour slowed considerably as the afternoon wore on. Mick was obviously hobbling along and it was only a matter of time before he announced he was heading home in the morning. By the time we got to Ingleby Cross the going was literally painfully slow.
It felt like the Coast To Coast adventure was coming to an end, unless I would, or could, battle on as a lone adventurer.
[Mick]
Yes, too many Sundays spent recovering from hangovers, watching football or playing on Geoff's Nintendo 64 instead of tramping up hill and down dale has left me not very fit. I haven't previously experienced not actually being able to put one foot in front of the other before, but at Ingleby Cross, heading up the hill to Osmotherley, it got a bit pathetic. There was no option but to bail out. As Tony has just remarked 'like all good cricketers, you get to 200 not out and then declare'. After 202, almost consecutive, kilometres, I've declared.
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