The good news is that we should be up to 12 rogue bloggers for Woodlarks by the end of the weekend. The bad news is that Lucian Miers has walked the course and it is indeed 34 miles, not the usual 33, and the last 1.5 miles are all uphill, just when one is ready to collapse. And thus I must train ever harder as this walk is the most important I have ever done and I must finish.
My route was the same as in the previous weeks along the river Dee. The first photo was at the halfway point of walk 2. So all I needed to do was walk on for another half hour and soon I was walking through a wood packed, as you can see, with wild garlic. It is not yet in full bloom but already the smell was powerful. No vampires here.
And then as I entered the lands of the Duke of Westminster, or rather the boundaries of them as he would not want any dirty plebs coming within a mile of his brood, a bridge taking me over to the other side of the river. Was I back in Wales? I know not but walked on towards Chester nonetheless.
It was a reasonably sunny day and I was down to a T-shirt for most of it. I am now carrying a backpack with water and biscuits and maybe that speeded me on my way as I really felt no pain at all as I headed home. This weekend, the target is 19 miles as the great walk, on May 29, draws closer. So far we have raised just over five thousand (with gift aid). We need £48,000 to ensure Woodlarks will be able to reopen next year. Please give anything you can HERE.
