The best walks often happen when I feel uncomfortably near the edge of what I can reasonably achieve. Perhaps today the cold drained my energy and I was pretty tired and achy in the last few miles. But the enthusiasm was there and I always felt it was worth the effort. If you have to ask ‘why?’ after all this time then you’ll never understand.
A fairly early coffee stop after about 4 and a bit miles and ‘good news’: I was fortunate enough to have a newspaper available to read but ‘bad news’: it was the Daily Echo. Local newspapers for sports fanatics are not great value unless you are a fan of the local team. Safe to say that I am not! But perhaps this was a punishment for me after I was served by a barista with one of the most sensuous voices, like that of Mariella Frostrup about 30 years ago plus a tablespoon of honey. Not that she was about to whip her panties off her thighs like a cowboy’s lasso, but I was undressing her with my ears. But no, I don’t want to try your special Christmas blend of coffee beans, but thank you ever so much for asking me.
Ok, that was most definitely the highlight of the day. Certainly better than the FA Cup commentary as Portsmouth struggled to see off Altrincham, three divisions lower than them. But at least they did win, and they are on a run of wins after a period when our form went so far south that it discovered the body of Captain Oates. It wasn’t quite as cold this afternoon as it must have been on his final day in 1912 but it was still a bit of a surprise to see a middle-aged man in Wickham in short trousers, very short trousers. Given the weather, you had to admire his balls. The way he was sitting, you were almost forced to.
As I say, the last few miles were more of a struggle but I have become used to aching. I popped into a convenience store as I had finished my drink, but no way was I going to pay £1.20 for a 500ml bottle of water. I wasn’t even thirsty and I felt I could last a bit longer, but it was just so annoying that I was almost tempted to place something really unexpected in the bagging area. Enter Poundland in Fareham and two bottles for a pound, and with some lemon & lime infused flavour too.
21 miles. Home, nice and warm now. Expecting many more views of this blog post than normal – the title is everything to draw in readers……………..