As you read this my feet are suffering as I undertake my first training walk here in the Grim North. I am at 15.5 of 24 miles, the wind is howling, the rain driving and it is very cold. The weather is atrocious but I shall plod on, heading back from the Bickerton Poacher, where I enjoy a brief rest, to the Welsh hovel. Because Woodlarks is a great cause. And the real test, the 33 mile Rogue Bloggers for Woodlarks walk on May 25 – four weeks away.