Walk Walk

Sunday saw a very long walk take place. How long? Well, 13 miles to be precise, as preparation for the Great north Run, me and my fellow Team Tiger Teammates (minus Dan) did a 13 mile walk down the canals of Warwickshire. And very good it was too, despite the twinge I've acquired in a muscle in my thigh. Rob gives a good account of the days events, along with photos, at the TEOTT blog here.

But some other facts of interest include: seeing an old man with the highest waistband in the world on a bench; a woman who found a bridge too steep to walk down until the promise of being caught by her husband if she fell down it; assorted dead animals in the canal; a cracking pub lunch (steak pie and chips) at The Black Boy in Knowle (SG's dinner - sausage, beans and yorkshire pudding looked rubbish mind you); conveniently timed rainfall; a village shop with a staggerlingly large supply of alcohol and pornography; hot(ish) girls with bikes; The Boot Inn; The Boat Inn; a new Bentley parked up with its windows left open and 2 large bottles of expensive champagne within knabbing distance on the seat (idiot); saying hello to passers by; and some lovely scenery. Not to mention a good team bonding session. Needless to say I felt a bit tired when I got home 10 hours after setting out.