Sam's welcome home party will be in the Fishmongers Arms, Winchmore Hill Rd, Southgate on Sat 7th July 2007 starting at 17:30. There will be some food laid on, lots of beer and a charity auction. Detailed below are the items up for auction. (Postcode is N14 6AD for Sat Nav junkies)
See you there.
1. 2 return tickets to New York on the business class only Silverjet service (www.flysilverjet.com)
2. A bay for 6 people for 3 hours at City Golf virtual golf simulator, (www.citygolfclubs.com) play any course in the world without even having to walk to your ball, or the bar)
3. A signed Spurs football (signed by the Spurs legends)
4. Newcastle Falcons – signed rugby boots donated and signed by Matt Burke (Falcons and Australia – World cup winning Fullback)
5. Leicester Tigers – signed rugby ball – notable signatures: Martin Johnson, Neil Back (World cup winners)
6. Harlequins – Squad signed rugby ball and shirt
7. Northampton Saints – 2 pre-season match tickets
8. London Irish – signed Southgate rugby ball – notable signatures: Shane Geraghty (Irish and England fly half)
9. London Irish – 2 tickets to first home match of the season
10. Saracens – limited edition 2005 season signed poster – notable signatures: Kyran Bracken (Saracens and England Scrum Half)
11. One year’s free Gym membership
12. Southgate rugby shirt signed by Trevor Liota (Wasps and Western Samoa hooker)
Saturday, 7 July 2007
Wednesday, 4 July 2007
Day 19
Today Sam woke up, he showered, he packed his bag, he put his wet weather gear on, he slipped his aching feet into his walking boots, and then stopped as he realised that he didn’t have to walk anywhere, and he very quickly got changed so as not to be late for work.
Today Sam didn’t walk, today he sat down, and today he was normal. All through the morning at work he found his thoughts wandering back to the previous 3 weeks and life on the open road, our littlest hobo, day dreaming about the mile after mile he marched, the sights he had seen, the places he had been, the people he had met (even the ones who chased him). Frustrated with the feelings of being tied down and restricted, as if he had no direction, no place to go, Sam picked himself up and took himself for a brisk walk up to the shop for a Kit Kat Chunky.
Only now is the enormity of his achievement beginning to sink in for our celebrated traveller, but as he sat at his desk in the afternoon, he began to feel the urge. To steal a quote from a book that Sam has been reading on his travels, aptly, Around Ireland with a fridge by Tony Hawks, Sam felt that he might be suffering from G.T.D.S.A.B.S syndrome, in other words, he started thinking about Going To Do Something A Bit Silly, again….who knows where this could takes us all.
Today Sam didn’t walk, today he sat down, and today he was normal. All through the morning at work he found his thoughts wandering back to the previous 3 weeks and life on the open road, our littlest hobo, day dreaming about the mile after mile he marched, the sights he had seen, the places he had been, the people he had met (even the ones who chased him). Frustrated with the feelings of being tied down and restricted, as if he had no direction, no place to go, Sam picked himself up and took himself for a brisk walk up to the shop for a Kit Kat Chunky.
Only now is the enormity of his achievement beginning to sink in for our celebrated traveller, but as he sat at his desk in the afternoon, he began to feel the urge. To steal a quote from a book that Sam has been reading on his travels, aptly, Around Ireland with a fridge by Tony Hawks, Sam felt that he might be suffering from G.T.D.S.A.B.S syndrome, in other words, he started thinking about Going To Do Something A Bit Silly, again….who knows where this could takes us all.
Tuesday, 3 July 2007
Day 18
He is finished!!!!
Today Sam walked from the City to Southgate, and finished his marathon walk in the Stands of Southgate RFC, at Bramley Road.
Heading out of the city and marching up City road, Sam was joined by his friend Josh for the final days walking. The pair made good time as they quickly past through a number of areas in north London that are dear to Sam. Before they knew it they had past Highbury and Islington, Finsbury Park, and were standing outside of White Hart Lane, gazing at the home of Tottenham Hotspur, the football club that he has followed since he was a small boy (he did note how much smaller the stadium was than St. James Park all the way back in Newcastle on his first day!), but it was still a welcome sight. Moving on Sam was heard to say “Josh you’re slowing me down”, and Josh was heard to say back “you promised me a piggy back”, it was becoming clear that Sam had become accustomed to his own company, as the pair bickered their way towards the North Circular road, and up to Southgate tube station where he started his last mile to the rugby club.
As the intrepid pair sat in the stands and Sam began basking in the glory of his accomplishment (and tucking in to his last Kit Kat Chunky), their thoughts wandered to what next? Lands End to John O’Groats? Cycle round Ireland? Trek the Himalayas, climb K2, or walk to the Queens for a pint. The later won.
Congratulations Sam, a monstrous effort and a phenomenal achievement.
Today Sam walked from the City to Southgate, and finished his marathon walk in the Stands of Southgate RFC, at Bramley Road.
Heading out of the city and marching up City road, Sam was joined by his friend Josh for the final days walking. The pair made good time as they quickly past through a number of areas in north London that are dear to Sam. Before they knew it they had past Highbury and Islington, Finsbury Park, and were standing outside of White Hart Lane, gazing at the home of Tottenham Hotspur, the football club that he has followed since he was a small boy (he did note how much smaller the stadium was than St. James Park all the way back in Newcastle on his first day!), but it was still a welcome sight. Moving on Sam was heard to say “Josh you’re slowing me down”, and Josh was heard to say back “you promised me a piggy back”, it was becoming clear that Sam had become accustomed to his own company, as the pair bickered their way towards the North Circular road, and up to Southgate tube station where he started his last mile to the rugby club.
As the intrepid pair sat in the stands and Sam began basking in the glory of his accomplishment (and tucking in to his last Kit Kat Chunky), their thoughts wandered to what next? Lands End to John O’Groats? Cycle round Ireland? Trek the Himalayas, climb K2, or walk to the Queens for a pint. The later won.
Congratulations Sam, a monstrous effort and a phenomenal achievement.
Monday, 2 July 2007
Day 17
From Tyne to Thames, from Newcastle to London, after 16 Days, 3 hours and 48 minutes and over 300 miles, Sam made it to the centre of Tower bridge (it’s ok, it was down)!
Having had the weekend off back in his home town, Sam had been feeling quite elated, so much so in fact that on Saturday night he foolishly agreed with a group of girls, to a full body wax if they could raise £500, I for one feel that this should be very easy for the group to achieve. The bigger question is what they are going to do with all the hair? It should also be noted that this waxing is from the neck down, as we are going to be taking bids for people to shave Sam (Forest Gump) on Saturday night at his party.
After the weekend off, and in the knowledge that this was now is final week, Sam started day 17 from Richmond where he left off on Friday. Feeling very positive after such a great end to last week with the boys at London Irish and Harlequins, Sam pressed on along the Richmond Road and down to Putney and the banks of the river Thames with the end well and truly in sight.
From Putney he picked up the river and decided to stroll aimlessly along its banks into the city and to the famous landmark that is Tower Bridge. At this point I would like to mention that Sam has been very keen to know the exact mileage of his travels, and so far it has been easy to track as he meandered along A and B roads (with a little jog down the motorway every now and again), however, I would like to take the opportunity to congratulate Sam for mucking it all up and making it incredibly difficult to calculate the latest part of his journey as he walked the footpaths along the riverbank. Thanks Sam!
Still, he arrived at Tower Bridge and with a great big smile on his face and a Kit Kat Chunky in his hand; he breathed a sigh of relief. This has been quite a journey for Sam (understatement I know), and the eminence realisation of what he has actually done became clear to him as he stood on the bridge and gazed at the city of London. I think we can all agree that what Sam has done is a monumental achievement, for one, who else could spend 8 hours a day talking to Sam! But in all seriousness, walking the equivalent of a marathon a day for the last 3 weeks, by yourself, carrying your pack, in some of the worst weather the country has seen, without a map, and for some of it without a phone (muppet), is an incredible thing, and I’d like to say well bloody to done Sam, I never doubted you could do it (honest).
From Tower bridge, Sam strode through the streets of the city of London and up to Moorgate. Now strangely heading North for the first time in 3 weeks (except the little bit when he got lost), and met up with some of his supporters for a spot of lunch.
Tuesday will be Sam’s last main day of walking, when he continues to head north from the City and walks into North London, past White Hart Lane home to Sam’s football team (Tottingham Hotspur!!!) and up to the finish line and the Bramley Road home of Southgate RFC.
If you haven’t sponsored Sam yet, don’t worry, the lines are still open, take all the money you would spend on voting in Big Brother and stick it to a good cause instead, alternatively, come along on Saturday to the Fishmongers Arms in Southgate, for Sam’s welcome home party (beer, bbq, and lots of dancing to “Show me the way to Amarillo” with Sam doing the funny walk thing). Here you will be able to either give money directly to Sam, or bid for some of the items in the charity auction, including: Premiership rugby tickets, signed items including rugby balls, shirts, footballs etc. free gym membership for a year, 3 hours at the City Golf virtual golf course (for 6 people), or 2 return flights on the business class only Silverjet service to New York (wooo I hear you say, and wooo indeed).
Having had the weekend off back in his home town, Sam had been feeling quite elated, so much so in fact that on Saturday night he foolishly agreed with a group of girls, to a full body wax if they could raise £500, I for one feel that this should be very easy for the group to achieve. The bigger question is what they are going to do with all the hair? It should also be noted that this waxing is from the neck down, as we are going to be taking bids for people to shave Sam (Forest Gump) on Saturday night at his party.
After the weekend off, and in the knowledge that this was now is final week, Sam started day 17 from Richmond where he left off on Friday. Feeling very positive after such a great end to last week with the boys at London Irish and Harlequins, Sam pressed on along the Richmond Road and down to Putney and the banks of the river Thames with the end well and truly in sight.
From Putney he picked up the river and decided to stroll aimlessly along its banks into the city and to the famous landmark that is Tower Bridge. At this point I would like to mention that Sam has been very keen to know the exact mileage of his travels, and so far it has been easy to track as he meandered along A and B roads (with a little jog down the motorway every now and again), however, I would like to take the opportunity to congratulate Sam for mucking it all up and making it incredibly difficult to calculate the latest part of his journey as he walked the footpaths along the riverbank. Thanks Sam!
Still, he arrived at Tower Bridge and with a great big smile on his face and a Kit Kat Chunky in his hand; he breathed a sigh of relief. This has been quite a journey for Sam (understatement I know), and the eminence realisation of what he has actually done became clear to him as he stood on the bridge and gazed at the city of London. I think we can all agree that what Sam has done is a monumental achievement, for one, who else could spend 8 hours a day talking to Sam! But in all seriousness, walking the equivalent of a marathon a day for the last 3 weeks, by yourself, carrying your pack, in some of the worst weather the country has seen, without a map, and for some of it without a phone (muppet), is an incredible thing, and I’d like to say well bloody to done Sam, I never doubted you could do it (honest).
From Tower bridge, Sam strode through the streets of the city of London and up to Moorgate. Now strangely heading North for the first time in 3 weeks (except the little bit when he got lost), and met up with some of his supporters for a spot of lunch.
Tuesday will be Sam’s last main day of walking, when he continues to head north from the City and walks into North London, past White Hart Lane home to Sam’s football team (Tottingham Hotspur!!!) and up to the finish line and the Bramley Road home of Southgate RFC.
If you haven’t sponsored Sam yet, don’t worry, the lines are still open, take all the money you would spend on voting in Big Brother and stick it to a good cause instead, alternatively, come along on Saturday to the Fishmongers Arms in Southgate, for Sam’s welcome home party (beer, bbq, and lots of dancing to “Show me the way to Amarillo” with Sam doing the funny walk thing). Here you will be able to either give money directly to Sam, or bid for some of the items in the charity auction, including: Premiership rugby tickets, signed items including rugby balls, shirts, footballs etc. free gym membership for a year, 3 hours at the City Golf virtual golf course (for 6 people), or 2 return flights on the business class only Silverjet service to New York (wooo I hear you say, and wooo indeed).
Friday, 29 June 2007
Day 16
And he is in London, well at least within the M25. Starting from Staines, Sam spends his day walking through west London, home to London Irish, Harlequins and of course, the famous Twickenham, England Rugby HQ.
This is the end of Sam’s 3rd week walking, he has covered over 300 miles and he is within 2 days of the finish now (unless of course we get anymore bids for him to walk extra days, there is still time).
Today was Sam’s shortest walking day of the trip so far, but, possibly one of the best. Today Sam has been invited to spend some time at the London Irish headquarters meeting the players and the coaches, followed by a quick jaunt down through Twickenham to the Stoop to meet the Harlequins. At this point Sam and all of us involved would like to give both clubs our sincere thanks, their support to Sam has been fantastic and coupled with Leicester Tigers and Newcastle Falcons, the collective efforts of some of our senior clubs has helped considerably to raise money for the two charities.
So firstly Sam headed out from Staines, and made haste to The Avenue, and London Irish, (check out the write up on their site: http://www.london-irish.com/newspage.ink?nid=28637&type=c&matchid=), if you aren’t sure which one is Sam in the photos, he is the small one, and it isn’t often you hear that said about our “pieman”. After watching a great forwards session at Irish and getting them all to sign a ball for the auction, Sam thanked them and headed on down towards Twickers. At the Stoop Sam was again introduced to the players and coaches of Harlequins, including: Paul Volly, Ollie Kohn and Jim Evans (more photos to come – again, where Sam looks very small), here Sam received a signed shirt and tickets for the auction.
Again, a huge thanks to the very kind Premiership rugby clubs who went out of their way to give up their time for Sam. The efforts of Newcastle, Leicester, Irish and Quins has made his walk and inspired him on his way. Unfortunately for Sam, none of them came forward with an offer to play for them, so it looks like he might have to finish the walk after all.
Next week, the Finish! So if you haven’t sponsored him yet, hurry up.
This is the end of Sam’s 3rd week walking, he has covered over 300 miles and he is within 2 days of the finish now (unless of course we get anymore bids for him to walk extra days, there is still time).
Today was Sam’s shortest walking day of the trip so far, but, possibly one of the best. Today Sam has been invited to spend some time at the London Irish headquarters meeting the players and the coaches, followed by a quick jaunt down through Twickenham to the Stoop to meet the Harlequins. At this point Sam and all of us involved would like to give both clubs our sincere thanks, their support to Sam has been fantastic and coupled with Leicester Tigers and Newcastle Falcons, the collective efforts of some of our senior clubs has helped considerably to raise money for the two charities.
So firstly Sam headed out from Staines, and made haste to The Avenue, and London Irish, (check out the write up on their site: http://www.london-irish.com/newspage.ink?nid=28637&type=c&matchid=), if you aren’t sure which one is Sam in the photos, he is the small one, and it isn’t often you hear that said about our “pieman”. After watching a great forwards session at Irish and getting them all to sign a ball for the auction, Sam thanked them and headed on down towards Twickers. At the Stoop Sam was again introduced to the players and coaches of Harlequins, including: Paul Volly, Ollie Kohn and Jim Evans (more photos to come – again, where Sam looks very small), here Sam received a signed shirt and tickets for the auction.
Again, a huge thanks to the very kind Premiership rugby clubs who went out of their way to give up their time for Sam. The efforts of Newcastle, Leicester, Irish and Quins has made his walk and inspired him on his way. Unfortunately for Sam, none of them came forward with an offer to play for them, so it looks like he might have to finish the walk after all.
Next week, the Finish! So if you haven’t sponsored him yet, hurry up.
Thursday, 28 June 2007
Day 15
"It hurts"
There is something about Thursdays and Sam’s feet, as another one comes and goes and Sam turns a sharp right and heads straight for London. Yippee.
Today takes Sam from Henley into the realm of the Staines Massive and Ali G territory. Dressed to impress (and also to fit in with the locals having learned from his experiences with the man shouting bible verses at him earlier in the week), Sam donned his shell suit and white high tops, and stepped out for another day.
Having spent a considerable amount of time on his meanderings performing a national house price survey, Sam has certainly noticed the fall and rise of property pricing across the country. Unfortunately, as he concentrated hard on keeping his feet over the cobblestones of old Windsor, he failed to notice the dirty great big castle, and missed a fair bit more of this historic town.
With the news that Friday was now going to see him paying a visit to both London Irish and Harlequins, Sam was noticeably lighter on his feet and made great time, and before he knew it he had the M25 insight, if only he could work out how to negotiate past it with out getting lost, or taking a wrong turn on to it.
Having successfully made it into Greater London, Sam finished his day in Staines, ready for tomorrow and his trek through the heartland of English rugby and past HQ.
There is something about Thursdays and Sam’s feet, as another one comes and goes and Sam turns a sharp right and heads straight for London. Yippee.
Today takes Sam from Henley into the realm of the Staines Massive and Ali G territory. Dressed to impress (and also to fit in with the locals having learned from his experiences with the man shouting bible verses at him earlier in the week), Sam donned his shell suit and white high tops, and stepped out for another day.
Having spent a considerable amount of time on his meanderings performing a national house price survey, Sam has certainly noticed the fall and rise of property pricing across the country. Unfortunately, as he concentrated hard on keeping his feet over the cobblestones of old Windsor, he failed to notice the dirty great big castle, and missed a fair bit more of this historic town.
With the news that Friday was now going to see him paying a visit to both London Irish and Harlequins, Sam was noticeably lighter on his feet and made great time, and before he knew it he had the M25 insight, if only he could work out how to negotiate past it with out getting lost, or taking a wrong turn on to it.
Having successfully made it into Greater London, Sam finished his day in Staines, ready for tomorrow and his trek through the heartland of English rugby and past HQ.
Wednesday, 27 June 2007
Day 14
So close, yet so far!
Day 14 and Sam left Oxford and headed for Henley-upon-Thames (from one really posh place to another!!). Unfortunately, Sam was left struggling with the size of Oxford as he seemed to walk for hours before finally leaving the city behind him.
Sam was really starting to feel the strain of the walking, and coupled with the fact that looking at the map he is now level with the M25 and so, so close to home. But by digging deep, using plenty of talc and fuelled with his Kit Kat Chunky, he walked on.
As the English countryside got more and more beautiful Sam started to get a tingling in his bones as each step took him past manion after mansion and closer to the Thames.
Arriving in Henley, Sam broke into a sprint (well a quick shuffle) down to the river bank, and whipped off his walking shoes to dip them in the famed water of the river Thames. Luckily, he had arrived 10 days early for the regatta and so saved himself any embarrassment in front of the hat wearing, strawberry eating, champagne drinking inhabitants. Having bathed his feet Sam dried them on what he thought was a stripy towel, only to realise it was a Henley Rowing Club blazer – doh!
With only a few more days of walking left Sam is getting more and more excited about getting home, but we still have a few spare days if anyone wants to pledge some money for him to carry on. Have whip round in the office and get him to come and put in an appearance now that he is a star.
Day 14 and Sam left Oxford and headed for Henley-upon-Thames (from one really posh place to another!!). Unfortunately, Sam was left struggling with the size of Oxford as he seemed to walk for hours before finally leaving the city behind him.
Sam was really starting to feel the strain of the walking, and coupled with the fact that looking at the map he is now level with the M25 and so, so close to home. But by digging deep, using plenty of talc and fuelled with his Kit Kat Chunky, he walked on.
As the English countryside got more and more beautiful Sam started to get a tingling in his bones as each step took him past manion after mansion and closer to the Thames.
Arriving in Henley, Sam broke into a sprint (well a quick shuffle) down to the river bank, and whipped off his walking shoes to dip them in the famed water of the river Thames. Luckily, he had arrived 10 days early for the regatta and so saved himself any embarrassment in front of the hat wearing, strawberry eating, champagne drinking inhabitants. Having bathed his feet Sam dried them on what he thought was a stripy towel, only to realise it was a Henley Rowing Club blazer – doh!
With only a few more days of walking left Sam is getting more and more excited about getting home, but we still have a few spare days if anyone wants to pledge some money for him to carry on. Have whip round in the office and get him to come and put in an appearance now that he is a star.
Tuesday, 26 June 2007
Day 13
"It's a bit hilly round here isn’t?” was the cry from Sam as he walked up hill and down dale through Oxfordshire on Day 13 of his long yet very successful trudge from Newcastle to London.
With a great deal of luck the weather held again and Sam walked all day in the dry (which was quite a novelty for the burly front row). After finding the canal side Sam walked along the tow path which proved to be a much less hilly route than following the road side, and he made great time to arrive in the beautiful city of Oxford mid-afternoon.
Once in Oxford, famed for its outstanding architecture and university rugby and boat race teams, Sam meandered on through the city streets steeped in history and soaked up the atmos of one of England’s greatest seats of learning, that and dodging more American tourists than he had ever seen. As Sam’s day drew to an end he was keen to rest his aching feet and to take a moment to sit and watch the world go by. However, he soon discovered that finding an empty seat in Oxford was about as difficult as finding a dry day in North Yorkshire. Every bench seemed to come complete with a full compliment of tourists all tucking into their ice-creams. As Sam staggered by with his pack on his back, the tourists (sitting there, all comfortable like, on their fancy seats, resting and relaxing) all gave him very funny looks, but no one gave the poor fellow a seat! Undeterred, our gallant Sam made haste to the nearest confectionary store, and purchased another Kit Kat Chunky, all was again well.
Tim Miall (Southgate RFC First XV 2nd row and press officer) had ventured up to Oxford to meet Sam and secure him accommodation in the university halls for the night. With Sam’s Middlesex University shirt on, the pair ventured into Oxford to partake in that other great British Tradition, The Pub Quiz, taking on some of the brightest sparks the country has to offer, Sam and Tim competed hard, and after a stunning sports round (naming all the tennis players), they came in a very respectable 3rd overall.
Day 14 will take Sam from Oxford to Henley on his route back to London from the west, and ever nearer to home.
With a great deal of luck the weather held again and Sam walked all day in the dry (which was quite a novelty for the burly front row). After finding the canal side Sam walked along the tow path which proved to be a much less hilly route than following the road side, and he made great time to arrive in the beautiful city of Oxford mid-afternoon.
Once in Oxford, famed for its outstanding architecture and university rugby and boat race teams, Sam meandered on through the city streets steeped in history and soaked up the atmos of one of England’s greatest seats of learning, that and dodging more American tourists than he had ever seen. As Sam’s day drew to an end he was keen to rest his aching feet and to take a moment to sit and watch the world go by. However, he soon discovered that finding an empty seat in Oxford was about as difficult as finding a dry day in North Yorkshire. Every bench seemed to come complete with a full compliment of tourists all tucking into their ice-creams. As Sam staggered by with his pack on his back, the tourists (sitting there, all comfortable like, on their fancy seats, resting and relaxing) all gave him very funny looks, but no one gave the poor fellow a seat! Undeterred, our gallant Sam made haste to the nearest confectionary store, and purchased another Kit Kat Chunky, all was again well.
Tim Miall (Southgate RFC First XV 2nd row and press officer) had ventured up to Oxford to meet Sam and secure him accommodation in the university halls for the night. With Sam’s Middlesex University shirt on, the pair ventured into Oxford to partake in that other great British Tradition, The Pub Quiz, taking on some of the brightest sparks the country has to offer, Sam and Tim competed hard, and after a stunning sports round (naming all the tennis players), they came in a very respectable 3rd overall.
Day 14 will take Sam from Oxford to Henley on his route back to London from the west, and ever nearer to home.
Monday, 25 June 2007
Sam makes it to the Newcastle Falcons web site
Sam's walk has enspired us all and he has now received offical recognition from Newcastle Falcons RFC. If you would like to see the article click here. Let hope that Leicester Tigers follow suite in the near future !
Day 12
With severe weather warnings being cast for the whole country, Sam dressed for day 12 with all his wet weather gear, ready to tackle elements again and what ever else Mother Nature could throw at him on his way from the beautiful town of Warwick to Banbury.
However, after a slightly damp start, Sam seemed to have found the only place in the country where it wasn’t raining (shame), and walked in cloudy but dry conditions. The same could not be said for Sam’s lower half, as he was still concerned that the clear weather would end he carried on his fully dressed in his oilskins until the discomfort of his damp legs became too much and he was soon forced to remove the wets due to his very sweaty legs.
As the day passed with little adventure Sam’s thoughts took him back to his half way party at the weekend, where a group of loyal supporters gathered to celebrate the 250 mile mark with 1 or 2 cans of Fosters, and an evenings entertainment in the nightlife Mecca which is Nuneaton High Street. A most enjoyable evening ensued and the Midlands were introduced to an array of great Southgate RFC traditions such as bunnies, Yee-hah and 21 (oops, I said, that will be me fined!). Unfortunately there was the inevitable casualty or two (caused by something they ate, I’m sure), but on the whole a great night was had by all.
So Sam arrived in Banbury after another day placing one heavy foot in front of the other, with only one incident when a local man chased him down the street (he may have been an overzealous autograph hunter as Sam’s profile is continually raised), but not wanting to risk it Sam broke into a jog and waved.
Off to Oxford tomorrow.
However, after a slightly damp start, Sam seemed to have found the only place in the country where it wasn’t raining (shame), and walked in cloudy but dry conditions. The same could not be said for Sam’s lower half, as he was still concerned that the clear weather would end he carried on his fully dressed in his oilskins until the discomfort of his damp legs became too much and he was soon forced to remove the wets due to his very sweaty legs.
As the day passed with little adventure Sam’s thoughts took him back to his half way party at the weekend, where a group of loyal supporters gathered to celebrate the 250 mile mark with 1 or 2 cans of Fosters, and an evenings entertainment in the nightlife Mecca which is Nuneaton High Street. A most enjoyable evening ensued and the Midlands were introduced to an array of great Southgate RFC traditions such as bunnies, Yee-hah and 21 (oops, I said, that will be me fined!). Unfortunately there was the inevitable casualty or two (caused by something they ate, I’m sure), but on the whole a great night was had by all.
So Sam arrived in Banbury after another day placing one heavy foot in front of the other, with only one incident when a local man chased him down the street (he may have been an overzealous autograph hunter as Sam’s profile is continually raised), but not wanting to risk it Sam broke into a jog and waved.
Off to Oxford tomorrow.
Friday, 22 June 2007
Day 11
Today took Sam from Nuneaton to Warwick, having had such a good day the day before with the Leicester Tigers it was a bit of a shame that the rain returned and Sam had to trudge through Warwickshire in the wet.
Undeterred Sam plodded onwards with his pockets full of Kit-Kat Chunkies, and a longing for the weekend and two days off. The days walking proved to be fairly uneventful as Sam clocked up his 250th mile.
As the day wore on and the rain continued to fall relentlessly, Sam found himself needing to answer a call of nature, and turned away from the road to relieve himself in the hedge. Unfortunately Sam hadn’t noticed the rather large puddle in the road right next to where he stood, and as he relaxed and enjoyed the sensation, three passing lorries happened to drive straight into the puddle, and one after the other they all showered him in a curtain of muddy water, leaving Sam thinking that he might have been better off if he had just gone in his trousers, as he would have at least been warm and wet, rather than just wet.
After signalling his thanks to the three lorry drivers, Sam continued on his way marvelling at the sight of Warwick Cathedral and looking forward to the half way party that was to be had in Nuneaton.
Next week Sam is back on the road and getting ever closer to home.
Undeterred Sam plodded onwards with his pockets full of Kit-Kat Chunkies, and a longing for the weekend and two days off. The days walking proved to be fairly uneventful as Sam clocked up his 250th mile.
As the day wore on and the rain continued to fall relentlessly, Sam found himself needing to answer a call of nature, and turned away from the road to relieve himself in the hedge. Unfortunately Sam hadn’t noticed the rather large puddle in the road right next to where he stood, and as he relaxed and enjoyed the sensation, three passing lorries happened to drive straight into the puddle, and one after the other they all showered him in a curtain of muddy water, leaving Sam thinking that he might have been better off if he had just gone in his trousers, as he would have at least been warm and wet, rather than just wet.
After signalling his thanks to the three lorry drivers, Sam continued on his way marvelling at the sight of Warwick Cathedral and looking forward to the half way party that was to be had in Nuneaton.
Next week Sam is back on the road and getting ever closer to home.
Thursday, 21 June 2007
Day 10
Sam headed back to Wellford Road for his 9:15 appointment, where he was kindly taken to Oadby and the Tigers training ground. Leicester Tigers had been very supportive of Sam’s efforts, and were only too happy to help out where possible, including an introduction to some of the greats of the game.
Sam was introduced to Paul Burke (the new fly half signing), Richard Cockerill (Forwards Coach and ex Leicester and England hooker), and Neil Back (Technical Director, Leicester and England blindside flanker and all around god of the back row and all things unseen at the ruck). Sam chatted with some of his idols whilst watching the Leicester team being put through their paces. Impressed with the session, and keen to get involved Sam asked if he could have a quick run out and asked if anyone fancied “taking him on”, but was unfortunately told (in a Dutch accent) “you are tooo shmall for this team”.
However, Sam did get Richard Cockerill on his side regarding the rest of his route back to London, and Sam is now citing Richard in all conversations regarding his route, especially the bit about not going to Gloucester because it’s a long way and they were less than interested in helping!
Sam, and all of us involved in his walk would like to thank Leicester Tigers for their time, help and generosity, it is everything that is still great about the people who play the game of rugby.
Even though Sam wanted to sit and watch the whole training session, he needed to get on, and so thanking the Tigers and with his camera bursting with photos, he headed back to Welford Road, and began his days walk to Nuneaton (locally referred to as Sunny Nunny) in excellent spirits.
After 10 days and over 200 miles, Sam’s efforts have raised much awareness and the sponsorship keeps coming in (but not fast enough, so if you haven’t yet, then give him some money, click the links on this site to give, remember to do the gift aid so that the Government pay as well, it costs you no more).
Sam has made great time, and is currently shaping up to actually get home early, I am therefore suggesting that I will take “bids” for extra days. If you would like to see Sam spend another day on the road, then let me know (paul.scott@southgaterfc.org), and pledge an amount to one of the charities, and let’s see if we can’t keep him going!!!
Sam was introduced to Paul Burke (the new fly half signing), Richard Cockerill (Forwards Coach and ex Leicester and England hooker), and Neil Back (Technical Director, Leicester and England blindside flanker and all around god of the back row and all things unseen at the ruck). Sam chatted with some of his idols whilst watching the Leicester team being put through their paces. Impressed with the session, and keen to get involved Sam asked if he could have a quick run out and asked if anyone fancied “taking him on”, but was unfortunately told (in a Dutch accent) “you are tooo shmall for this team”.
However, Sam did get Richard Cockerill on his side regarding the rest of his route back to London, and Sam is now citing Richard in all conversations regarding his route, especially the bit about not going to Gloucester because it’s a long way and they were less than interested in helping!
Sam, and all of us involved in his walk would like to thank Leicester Tigers for their time, help and generosity, it is everything that is still great about the people who play the game of rugby.
Even though Sam wanted to sit and watch the whole training session, he needed to get on, and so thanking the Tigers and with his camera bursting with photos, he headed back to Welford Road, and began his days walk to Nuneaton (locally referred to as Sunny Nunny) in excellent spirits.
After 10 days and over 200 miles, Sam’s efforts have raised much awareness and the sponsorship keeps coming in (but not fast enough, so if you haven’t yet, then give him some money, click the links on this site to give, remember to do the gift aid so that the Government pay as well, it costs you no more).
Sam has made great time, and is currently shaping up to actually get home early, I am therefore suggesting that I will take “bids” for extra days. If you would like to see Sam spend another day on the road, then let me know (paul.scott@southgaterfc.org), and pledge an amount to one of the charities, and let’s see if we can’t keep him going!!!
Wednesday, 20 June 2007
Day 9
Day 9 takes Sam from Nottingham to Leicester. Having picked the pace up yesterday and finding his grove again, Sam had to pull a long one out today to make it to Leicester, but before he could knuckle down and stride on, he needed to undertake some running repairs and tackle the large hard blister on his foot. Unlike previous blisters, this one didn’t pop when he burst it, and instead he had to work at it to cut away the blister. Repairs complete, he was able to set off on his way again.
Heading down to Leicester proved to be fairly uneventful for Sam, the weather was “perfect walking weather”, NO RAIN, the sun was out, and the wind was at his back, so much so that Sam thought that he was making excellent time, phoning to say that he was about 4 miles outside of Loughborough at 11:30! An hour and a half later Sam called back to apologies and to say that he was now 4 miles outside of Loughborough, which was still very impressive.
Taking the afternoon to amble down to Leicester, Sam passed the National Space Centre, and took some time out to view the “rocket in a bubble”, I’m sure a number of you are now wondering what Andreas was doing in Leicester, and more to the point, what he was doing with a rocket hanging out of him, but I can assure you that the particular bubble that the galactic craft was in was a large glass one.
Having admired the rocket and contemplated some of the other great achievements that mankind has made, such as space travel, putting a man on the moon and the Kit-Kat Chunky, Sam headed back to the main road, and on into Leicester, finishing his day at Welford Road, home of the Leicester Tigers Rugby Football Club, and a shrine to most that play the game of rugby. Feeling humbled Sam paid homage to some of the greatest in the game, then caught the train to Sunny Nunny to get a good nights sleep before starting it all over again tomorrow.
Heading down to Leicester proved to be fairly uneventful for Sam, the weather was “perfect walking weather”, NO RAIN, the sun was out, and the wind was at his back, so much so that Sam thought that he was making excellent time, phoning to say that he was about 4 miles outside of Loughborough at 11:30! An hour and a half later Sam called back to apologies and to say that he was now 4 miles outside of Loughborough, which was still very impressive.
Taking the afternoon to amble down to Leicester, Sam passed the National Space Centre, and took some time out to view the “rocket in a bubble”, I’m sure a number of you are now wondering what Andreas was doing in Leicester, and more to the point, what he was doing with a rocket hanging out of him, but I can assure you that the particular bubble that the galactic craft was in was a large glass one.
Having admired the rocket and contemplated some of the other great achievements that mankind has made, such as space travel, putting a man on the moon and the Kit-Kat Chunky, Sam headed back to the main road, and on into Leicester, finishing his day at Welford Road, home of the Leicester Tigers Rugby Football Club, and a shrine to most that play the game of rugby. Feeling humbled Sam paid homage to some of the greatest in the game, then caught the train to Sunny Nunny to get a good nights sleep before starting it all over again tomorrow.
Tuesday, 19 June 2007
Day 8
Market Warsop to Nottingham, just a quick 20 miles for Sam today, who is still easing back into the walking after his weekend off. With the chafing improving over the weekend, Sam unfortunately reignited the fire between his legs with Mondays first day back in the saddle, so having applied ample amounts of Vaseline, he set off on his way.
Monday night was Sam’s last staying with his friend Simon in Doncaster. Sam would like to thank Simon for his great hospitality and for ferrying him to and from his start and end points each day, this has proved to be hugely valuable for Sam, especially with the weather, and allowed Sam to have a target for each day, but the knowledge that he didn’t actually have to walk to his bed each night. Also, access to a computer has allowed Sam to catch up with everybody’s comments and well wishes, including those coming from as far as New Zealand.
His walk today was fairly uneventful, it was dry, it was straight forward (no getting lost), and he didn’t meet any “locals”, obviously blending in better with the local community in his green tights. He is also back in contact with the real world, having finally got his phone reconnected, apparently once connected it took 10 minutes to download all the text messages with the word “muppet” in them.
Due to Sam staying in the same place each night he has felt as if he was no longer making the progress that he was to begin with, this is of course not true, and checking out the map shows just how fantastically well he is doing. In fact, because he is doing so well, we are now looking to change his route, and send him elsewhere to fill the time in before he gets back for his party. Suggestions so far that have been put forward include: Go back up to Newcastle, Carry on to Brighton (not sure of the significance here) and, France! All very good ideas in there own right, but if any one has any others please let us know, current favourite is to take Sam out West, and tour as many clubs as possible, Gloucester, Wasps, London Irish, Twickenham, Quins and Sarries on his way home to the Mighty Gate.
Monday night was Sam’s last staying with his friend Simon in Doncaster. Sam would like to thank Simon for his great hospitality and for ferrying him to and from his start and end points each day, this has proved to be hugely valuable for Sam, especially with the weather, and allowed Sam to have a target for each day, but the knowledge that he didn’t actually have to walk to his bed each night. Also, access to a computer has allowed Sam to catch up with everybody’s comments and well wishes, including those coming from as far as New Zealand.
His walk today was fairly uneventful, it was dry, it was straight forward (no getting lost), and he didn’t meet any “locals”, obviously blending in better with the local community in his green tights. He is also back in contact with the real world, having finally got his phone reconnected, apparently once connected it took 10 minutes to download all the text messages with the word “muppet” in them.
Due to Sam staying in the same place each night he has felt as if he was no longer making the progress that he was to begin with, this is of course not true, and checking out the map shows just how fantastically well he is doing. In fact, because he is doing so well, we are now looking to change his route, and send him elsewhere to fill the time in before he gets back for his party. Suggestions so far that have been put forward include: Go back up to Newcastle, Carry on to Brighton (not sure of the significance here) and, France! All very good ideas in there own right, but if any one has any others please let us know, current favourite is to take Sam out West, and tour as many clubs as possible, Gloucester, Wasps, London Irish, Twickenham, Quins and Sarries on his way home to the Mighty Gate.
Monday, 18 June 2007
Day 7
Sam had the weekend off after making such good progress last week, and started out again this morning wishing he hadn’t. After 6 days of walking and 2 lying around doing very little, Sam had seized up and it took a good few miles to get the blood flowing back into his aching muscles.
His route today would see him leaving Yorkshire and heading to Sherwood Forest and the county of Nottinghamshire. Almost by magic, as Sam crossed the county border, the rain stopped and the sun came out, which was a welcome sight as it has rained persistently since he entered Yorkshire last week, so the chance to walk with the sun on his back was a joy.
Spurred on by the weather Sam strode off towards Sherwood Forest, fully expecting to meet some men in green tights and a bloke called “Fryer tuck”, he could hardly contain his excitement. Unfortunately, the band of merry men he was so looking forward to meeting could not be found, but on the up side, he did meet a much friendlier “local” than last week. The young man enquired “what shirt is that?” making reference to Sam’s Southgate RFC top but following Sam’s response, the man’s hunger for more information (and company) began to make Sam feel a little nervous. As the young man seemed to have taken quite a shine to Sam and wouldn’t leave him alone, Sam broke into a quick jog, followed by an out and out run to get away from the mentalist.
Things then settled down again and he made excellent progress to finish the day in Market Worsop.
His route today would see him leaving Yorkshire and heading to Sherwood Forest and the county of Nottinghamshire. Almost by magic, as Sam crossed the county border, the rain stopped and the sun came out, which was a welcome sight as it has rained persistently since he entered Yorkshire last week, so the chance to walk with the sun on his back was a joy.
Spurred on by the weather Sam strode off towards Sherwood Forest, fully expecting to meet some men in green tights and a bloke called “Fryer tuck”, he could hardly contain his excitement. Unfortunately, the band of merry men he was so looking forward to meeting could not be found, but on the up side, he did meet a much friendlier “local” than last week. The young man enquired “what shirt is that?” making reference to Sam’s Southgate RFC top but following Sam’s response, the man’s hunger for more information (and company) began to make Sam feel a little nervous. As the young man seemed to have taken quite a shine to Sam and wouldn’t leave him alone, Sam broke into a quick jog, followed by an out and out run to get away from the mentalist.
Things then settled down again and he made excellent progress to finish the day in Market Worsop.
Friday, 15 June 2007
Day 6
Rain…Rain…Rain and more sodding rain…..
Having checked the weather forecast last night, Sam decided that his flip-flops and singlet might not be best for his walk today. So having dried his socks out from yesterday in his friends oven (that’s what he thought they did up there!), he dressed in his full wet weather gear and took on the full force of the elements.
With the incessant tapping of the rain on his hood like Chinese water torture, and the constant shuffling of his thighs rubbing together, causing enough friction for him to need a lightning rod, Sam strode on. Unfortunately, Sam had sadly forgotten about the soggy bit of paper now residing in his trouser pocket. The rather important piece of soggy paper just happened to be Sam’s mobile phone bill, which was now overdue for payment.
Sam at this point would like to thank the very helpful lady in the Post Office, and also T-Mobile for being very understanding - not!
So with a route that took Sam towards Doncaster via a very small country road that wound its way up and over huge hills, and in the pouring rain and howling winds, with flooding occurring all over the region, and severe weather warnings being issued, Sam struggled on completely cut off from the rest of the world.
As we all tried to contact, all we got was: “This call can not be connected….beep…beep…This call can not be connected….beep…beep..”, the worry began to set in. “What could have happened to him?”, “Where could he be?”, “Did he have a shandy last night?”, “Was there a pie shop on this leg of his journey?”. Luckily, all was well, and a very wet and bedraggled Sam phoned a brief message in later in the afternoon – “Scotty, ring me back on this number.”, as the beeps of the payphone rang out.
So, calling him back, he was able to phone in his day’s report (which mainly consisted of expletives that can’t be printed here due to the risk of getting the site blocked by most people’s internet security). Sam recounted the drudgery of his days walking, and how bad the weather was. Having started out early knowing that he had a long old way to walk to hit Doncaster today, he got part way down the road and realised that his waterproof had been breached! Stopping a little later to remove his t-shirt and ring it out (this time because of the rain, rather than the sweat), Sam continued with only his base layer and waterproof.
Stopping to pay his mobile phone bill and take on provisions (more Kit Kat Chunkies and a wagon wheel), Sam dug deep and using all your kind words of encouragement continued. As the weather broke, Sam’s spirits lifted and he bravely put one foot in front of the other and made his way to Doncaster where he intended to get himself a beer.
Desperately in need of a bath and a couple of days off (to let the chafing subside and sensitive areas recover), Sam got back to his friends house and called in proper. Finishing his first week buoyed by his progress, and having got so far down the country, Sam was looking forward to a weekend off, but has already started planning next week (including a stop at Melton Mowbray – home of the pork pie!!)
Great effort Sam, keep it up.
Having checked the weather forecast last night, Sam decided that his flip-flops and singlet might not be best for his walk today. So having dried his socks out from yesterday in his friends oven (that’s what he thought they did up there!), he dressed in his full wet weather gear and took on the full force of the elements.
With the incessant tapping of the rain on his hood like Chinese water torture, and the constant shuffling of his thighs rubbing together, causing enough friction for him to need a lightning rod, Sam strode on. Unfortunately, Sam had sadly forgotten about the soggy bit of paper now residing in his trouser pocket. The rather important piece of soggy paper just happened to be Sam’s mobile phone bill, which was now overdue for payment.
Sam at this point would like to thank the very helpful lady in the Post Office, and also T-Mobile for being very understanding - not!
So with a route that took Sam towards Doncaster via a very small country road that wound its way up and over huge hills, and in the pouring rain and howling winds, with flooding occurring all over the region, and severe weather warnings being issued, Sam struggled on completely cut off from the rest of the world.
As we all tried to contact, all we got was: “This call can not be connected….beep…beep…This call can not be connected….beep…beep..”, the worry began to set in. “What could have happened to him?”, “Where could he be?”, “Did he have a shandy last night?”, “Was there a pie shop on this leg of his journey?”. Luckily, all was well, and a very wet and bedraggled Sam phoned a brief message in later in the afternoon – “Scotty, ring me back on this number.”, as the beeps of the payphone rang out.
So, calling him back, he was able to phone in his day’s report (which mainly consisted of expletives that can’t be printed here due to the risk of getting the site blocked by most people’s internet security). Sam recounted the drudgery of his days walking, and how bad the weather was. Having started out early knowing that he had a long old way to walk to hit Doncaster today, he got part way down the road and realised that his waterproof had been breached! Stopping a little later to remove his t-shirt and ring it out (this time because of the rain, rather than the sweat), Sam continued with only his base layer and waterproof.
Stopping to pay his mobile phone bill and take on provisions (more Kit Kat Chunkies and a wagon wheel), Sam dug deep and using all your kind words of encouragement continued. As the weather broke, Sam’s spirits lifted and he bravely put one foot in front of the other and made his way to Doncaster where he intended to get himself a beer.
Desperately in need of a bath and a couple of days off (to let the chafing subside and sensitive areas recover), Sam got back to his friends house and called in proper. Finishing his first week buoyed by his progress, and having got so far down the country, Sam was looking forward to a weekend off, but has already started planning next week (including a stop at Melton Mowbray – home of the pork pie!!)
Great effort Sam, keep it up.
Thursday, 14 June 2007
Day 5
Having made it to Ripon last night, Sam met up with a mate and was able to soak his tired, aching feet in a luxurious bath (not to sure his friend thinks it was such a good idea anymore), and then get a good nights sleep in a proper bed.
With access to a computer Sam was also able to catch up with all the messages of support and well wishes that have been sent to him, keep them coming as they really do spur him on no end.
So following a good night’s sleep, Sam was up and ready for the off bright and early this morning. After 4 days of beautiful weather and with his tan coming on nicely, Sam stepped out in his singlet only to find that the sky was going to leak, and that he was going to spend the whole day fighting against the weather.
Little did he know that whilst struggling through the torrential rain for mile after mile with his reserves beginning to wane, he would find himself fighting more than just the weather! As Sam battled against the biting wind and rain, a “local” came round the corner too fast in his little white van, hit a huge puddle and covered our Sam in water, taking umbridge to this, Sam gave the international hand signal for “I think you may have been travelling slightly too fast there old chap, who do you think you are, Lewis Hamilton?”, and continued along his merry way still slightly upset and dripping (from the puddle). Behind him however, the disgruntled van driver brought his sporty little number to sudden halt. Sam heard the drivers door begin to open and before the driver had even had the chance to swing his legs out, Sam bellowed “don’t even think about it!”, at which point the driver decided that perhaps he didn’t want to pick a fight with very wet, front row forward, who was clearly tired and emotional, and got back in his van and drove away.
Undeterred, Sam strode on and made it Tadcaster, spending the night at his friends again he is at least able to dry his socks out ready for tomorrow.
With access to a computer Sam was also able to catch up with all the messages of support and well wishes that have been sent to him, keep them coming as they really do spur him on no end.
So following a good night’s sleep, Sam was up and ready for the off bright and early this morning. After 4 days of beautiful weather and with his tan coming on nicely, Sam stepped out in his singlet only to find that the sky was going to leak, and that he was going to spend the whole day fighting against the weather.
Little did he know that whilst struggling through the torrential rain for mile after mile with his reserves beginning to wane, he would find himself fighting more than just the weather! As Sam battled against the biting wind and rain, a “local” came round the corner too fast in his little white van, hit a huge puddle and covered our Sam in water, taking umbridge to this, Sam gave the international hand signal for “I think you may have been travelling slightly too fast there old chap, who do you think you are, Lewis Hamilton?”, and continued along his merry way still slightly upset and dripping (from the puddle). Behind him however, the disgruntled van driver brought his sporty little number to sudden halt. Sam heard the drivers door begin to open and before the driver had even had the chance to swing his legs out, Sam bellowed “don’t even think about it!”, at which point the driver decided that perhaps he didn’t want to pick a fight with very wet, front row forward, who was clearly tired and emotional, and got back in his van and drove away.
Undeterred, Sam strode on and made it Tadcaster, spending the night at his friends again he is at least able to dry his socks out ready for tomorrow.
Wednesday, 13 June 2007
Day 4
Having finally got a room and some cash on Tuesday night, Sam was able to start Day 4 with a proper breakfast to set him on his way. As well as a decent meal, Sam also purchased a map, following a number of comments regarding his attempt to navigate the length of the country using only his in built sense of direction (for those of you that have played rugby with Sam you will appreciate that he struggles to navigate the length of a rugby pitch never mind 300 miles!), so with map in hand he set off on what was going to be his hardest day so far, with a straight 25 mile yomp alongside the A1.
Motivated by the success he has had so far, and all the positive comments he has received from the growing number of people all across the globe who are following his progress, Sam donned his Hi-Vis vest and set off. On all the mapping systems it clearly states that this section of the A1 is acceptable to walk on as it is not considered a motorway, however, having walked about 14 miles down the road the North Yorkshire Police pulled up by the side of him, once he ran out of breath from running away from them, they asked “what you doing sonny? You know it’s very dangerous!”, but they were very understanding and after Sam kindly refused the lift that they offered him stating that he only had to get to the next junction, Sam continued his walk. Sam would like thank the North Yorkshire Police for their understanding.
Unfortunately, even with his newly purchased map, he had missed judged which exit he was at and had come off the A1 a junction early, accounting for the slight kink in his route to Ripon!
Undeterred the gallant front row continued to hot foot it to Ripon to remain ahead of schedule.
If you haven’t donated yet, then please use the links to his “click to give” sites, and if you have donated, then donate some more, as the enormity of what Sam is undertaking becomes clearer to us all (but luckily not him!).
Motivated by the success he has had so far, and all the positive comments he has received from the growing number of people all across the globe who are following his progress, Sam donned his Hi-Vis vest and set off. On all the mapping systems it clearly states that this section of the A1 is acceptable to walk on as it is not considered a motorway, however, having walked about 14 miles down the road the North Yorkshire Police pulled up by the side of him, once he ran out of breath from running away from them, they asked “what you doing sonny? You know it’s very dangerous!”, but they were very understanding and after Sam kindly refused the lift that they offered him stating that he only had to get to the next junction, Sam continued his walk. Sam would like thank the North Yorkshire Police for their understanding.
Unfortunately, even with his newly purchased map, he had missed judged which exit he was at and had come off the A1 a junction early, accounting for the slight kink in his route to Ripon!
Undeterred the gallant front row continued to hot foot it to Ripon to remain ahead of schedule.
If you haven’t donated yet, then please use the links to his “click to give” sites, and if you have donated, then donate some more, as the enormity of what Sam is undertaking becomes clearer to us all (but luckily not him!).
Tuesday, 12 June 2007
Day 3
Sam has completed Day 3 of his walk and has safely arrived in Scotch Corner.
His meanderings today have taken him through the countryside of North Yorkshire, and by the dales.
Sam mused at the end of his days walking that "I've never seen so many cows and sheep, and the countryside smells of s**t!!".
Having set off bright and early this morning, Sam had a slight change of route as he was heading in the wrong direction, and was also heard to comment "bloody North East, it's sodding raining!".
Having struggled through the light drizzle (which we now believe was the cause of the chafing), Sam made it back to the A1 and onto Scotch Corner in record time, only to find that all the cash machines were out of order and the 30p in his pocket was not going to get him a room for the night and a hot meal, at this point Sam would like to thank his sponsors for supplying the Kit Kat chunky that he had for lunch!
Luckily, the network came to the rescue and Sam has both a room and some cash in his pocket.
His meanderings today have taken him through the countryside of North Yorkshire, and by the dales.
Sam mused at the end of his days walking that "I've never seen so many cows and sheep, and the countryside smells of s**t!!".
Having set off bright and early this morning, Sam had a slight change of route as he was heading in the wrong direction, and was also heard to comment "bloody North East, it's sodding raining!".
Having struggled through the light drizzle (which we now believe was the cause of the chafing), Sam made it back to the A1 and onto Scotch Corner in record time, only to find that all the cash machines were out of order and the 30p in his pocket was not going to get him a room for the night and a hot meal, at this point Sam would like to thank his sponsors for supplying the Kit Kat chunky that he had for lunch!
Luckily, the network came to the rescue and Sam has both a room and some cash in his pocket.
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