Walking, it's dead easy.

Blimey look at the time, I've been so busy, I forgot to post. I've been getting the house ready for my cat sitter, can't have the place looking like a tip, what would she think, ha ha. I've been gathering things to put in my rucksack, and checking that I have all the maps I need, and info, contact details, etc. I do faff about when I am getting ready for an adventure. Making lists, what do I need. Sun tan lotion or waterproofs, shorts or thermals, wooly hat and gloves or sunglasses, I don't know, your guess is as good as mine. Tomorrow night I shall be sleeping in a B & B in Morecambe, don't know which one, just step off the train and look for a Vacancies sign. All adds to the fun of it, oooh I'm so excited. I must go and see Eric while I'm there, I want a photo of him. The wonderfully, amazing and most funniest comedian ever, Eric Morecambe. He will be the starting point for my big walk.

I'm getting picked up tomorrow and taken to the station. I remember how I felt when I did the walk last year from Blackpool, I was stepping into the unknown. I sat on the train and thought, this is it then, I'm going all this way and I'm going to walk back. I wasn't sure if I could do it. After the first day, when I had to walk a bit further to get a bed for the night, I sat in my room and thought, bloody hell what have I done. That's just one day, and I'm jiggered. When it got to day three I struggled, and was glad it was a shorter day. I got to the hostel and had to walk a mile to the shop and back to get some food. There was one day when I needed to find a bed, it was 7.30pm, and the pub was full up, they couldn't accommodate me, so I had a meal and carried on. It was almost 9pm when I found a place to stay. But hey, as always, tomorrow is another day, and each morning I was ready to tackle it.

So bye bye for now, I'll catch you on the road, and if you see me, no I don't want a lift thank you, I'm walking you see, the whole way. Toodle pip.