A Week I will never forget – by Ian Stephens

I have always been up for a challenge, so when I was asked if I would like to take part in this one, I didn’t have to think twice. I was also moved by the charity and how the Whittington hospital had given Steve and Kris’s son Charlie a start in life after being born prematurely. I just wanted to do it!!

What I didn’t realise was how tough it would prove to be.

Collectively, we all posted our messages during the journey from Farnham to Dover, but, I haven’t really been able to describe my feelings and emotions, and only now after divorcing myself away from our trip, have I been able to think about it and what it meant, not just to me but the three fantastic guys that I shared this epic experience with.

Each of us hit highs and lows during the course of the 5 days. We didn’t have to say anything to each other about how we were feeling when our bodies were hurting and we felt that we couldn’t do any more. The guys would just know. In return, they would encourage and make you feel better, and help you pull through. I had an instance on the final day when we were heading along the cliffs into Dover. I suffer terribly from heights and I started to panic as we were very close to the edge of the cliff, with just a foot of grass between us and an 800 foot drop. The wind was coming in off land hitting us as if it were trying to push us over. I panicked and totally lost my mind. The encouragement that I got from each of my companions was enough to get me through and beat my demons.

We will also never ever be able to describe the emotions of the 128 miles that we walked. The pain that Jacko suffered from day one to his toes, the foot problems that Ian had very early in the task and the unbelievable amount of blisters that Millsy amassed from day one.

In my book, Richard Jackson, Ian Smith and Steve Mills are  absolute heroes. I am also very proud to have got to know them all even better and to have made a new friend in Steve

We have now raised approximately £3,300 with the inclusion of gift aid, which is spectacular. It was worth every layer of skin lost, every muscle ache and every single step across muddy terrain, fields, gravel and climb.

We also had a lot of laughs along the way 🙂

Thank you fellas for a week I’ll never forget



The North Downs Way by Richard Jackson

Once it was agreed that indeed the North Downs Way was going to be the challenge,
I knew in my heart of hearts it was going to be tough….and after walking The South Downs Way
100 miles in 4 days that extra mileage would be so so hard.

What we never expected was the relentless ups and downs, the steep slippery slopes,
the winding climbs to the top, the slow gruelling descent’s into the valleys.
The forests of mud which slow your pace down from 2.9 miles per hour to sometimes as low
as 1 miles per hour.
This keeps you out for longer, as a quick map check makes you realise you still have
8 miles left and its 5 o clock 3 long hours left to go, was a real ball breaker but with
such fine men around the humour started pouring out the laughter started and as we moved off
forgetting what lay ahead each man slowly slipping into single file head down lost in their
own thoughts…..maybe their loved ones, a song, a favourite movie or for Miller chocolate.

Day 1

Anxious, excited, even a little dread to what lay ahead as this was no walk in the park.
The drive there made us realise we were going to have to walk all the way back and more.
With all smiles we prepared ourselves checking kit etc and then made the first step.
Someone once said every great journey starts with a single step.
We started on the wrong road for 100 yards and had to go back ha !!
We soon became aware the signs can be very confusing if not damn right wrong.
Some missing removed by some idiot who thought it might be funny sending many people
in the wrong direction.
By having the maps compass & GPS we were lucky only a few minor detours.
Finally we made it to our first stop the charming Surrey Village of West Humble.
After asking a few souls it weirdly turned out that no one knew of the Fairdene B & B
Turned out they was in fact not in West Humble at all but Dorking !!!
This crap happened again !! resulting in having to get a taxi to one of them.
The B & B was indeed rubbish with 1970’s rooms and bed sheets
a television the size of your hand and a room colder than the arctic circle.

Day 2

Breakfast was cold with nothing cooked….Its was fill the water bladders up and go.
My feet telling me not another day like yesterday please Mr Jackson.
Before long we were back on the Downs. Heads down and heading towards our next
Today was the big one a 30 miler
As we crested Box Hill and dived into the woods a lonely Police Man was standing on the
track in a large luminous green jacket with Police tape around a few trees.
On questioned as to why he replied ” I can’t really tell you much but human remains have been found
down there by an off duty Met Police Officer last night about 10.30pm”.
The miles seemed to last for ever…..each one seemed to go on and on.
The rain came fast a furious to make sure we suffered plenty that day.
We passed so many lovely house’s on the way till after nearly 14 hours
we arrived Otford.
After calling the B & B it turned out that in fact they were in Kensing up the road !!
We I quizzed the owner on this she replied ” my back gardens in Otford”?
Although UP The Downs was a nice place to stay with owner dropping us off
at the pub.


Breakfast early again was much better, a cooked one and very good.
Then it was bladders full into a taxi back to where we left off.
Once again the rain came which we could have done without.
My body was really struggling today I found that my feet would not stop hurting.
So several pain killers later I was on my way again.
Lunch again was the same a self heating ration pack which as always was
rather nice.
Everyone tucking in for the energy the food will provide.
Then a quick map check and back on the trail once more.
This time we all pulled out headphones except Ian Smith who didn’t bring any
to somehow take ourselves away from the constant mile after mile after mile.
Once again we arrive at our next stop the Styles House B&B in Boxley.
This time yet again there was only enough hot water for two baths !!!!!
Yes that’s right Ian Stephens and Steve Miller had to go without !!
If any of you reading this have a B&B and you can have 8 guests
but can only provide hot water for two guests I suggest you have a combination boiler
fitted. Breakfast was ok and it was back to the trail once more.


This for me was by far the hardest. It was up and down many hills as we marched through some
delightful Kent villages Detling and Hollingbourne which had a great pub called the The Dirty Habit
nice play of words there. We stopped here for lunch and allowed our feet a chance to feel the fresh
air as we all chose to get flip flops on.
Lunch here was lovely as we all enjoyed a marvellous meal consisting of various sandwiches washed down with
a diet coke then boots on and off we go.
Again the hills were tough, we seemed to descend deep into a valley go along 100 yards then all the way
back up again.
By now my body had had enough my right shin was very sore and both little toes were blistered so bad.
I stopped and strapped my feet up again and put plasters round me little toes.
But later on we arrived at our last B&B. The Mulberry in Wye.
Now this was a treat a 15 century house with bags of charm and a great owner called Angela.
We had ample hot water and good rooms with comfy beds.
With a great breakfast cooked to perfection.
Angela even made a £30 donation which was a lovely gesture.

Day 5

I struggled to get my boots on, as my feet had swollen and my little toes were very sore.
I took four pain killers that morning hoping this would do the trick but they didn’t.
A left knee ache started to become worse by 10 o clock which was from a injury I sustained as a young lad garden hopping. This was to become a real burden as every single step was pain. The miles dragged on as we climbed once more over Tolsford Hill
through the Military training areas I played on as a young army cadet whilst staying at St Martins plain
camp. Over the back on the Channel Tunnel Terminal which looked like a massive train set from high
The views from the top were stunning as we walked over the white cliffs leaving Folkestone behind and headed
for Dover.
We stopped on a WW11 bunker system to have our lunch. Our last self heating ration, a quick rest
then off again this time all the way to the Dover


May I take this opportunity to thank each and everyone of you who made a donation, your messages
and wishes helped us on.

And the guys who shared this adventure with me

Ian Smith, Ian Stephens and Stephen Miller

Thank you

Our final day by Ian Smith

5.30am and I can smell breakfast downstairs being cooked and my thoughts go to the day ahead – 26 miles from Wye to Dover.

After a fantastic evening the night before and a lovely meal paid for by Steve, my mind quickly goes over the gruelling 101 miles we have gone through and the pain.

Up I say to myself and we all soon meet for breakfast and we thank our host Angela from the Mullbery B&B, Wye, for her kind donation to the cause.

6.30am and we are off for the final day and a big push is needed.

We soon start to cover the usual hills and fantastic views of Kent.

4 hours 30 mins in and we rest looking down on Folkestone and the rest is brilliant.  It is a fine day with the sun unlike the other days.

I take a moment to reflect and look at my colleagues Steve, Ian and Richard and my thoughts are you guys are amazing and how this has been a privilege to have undertaken such a mammoth task with such fine chaps.

The next few hours are gruelling but YESSSS Dover is in sight!!!

2.30pm and we are on top of a WW2 pillar box and we stop for a bit to eat.

Richard is off exploring the inside of this pillar box and was quite some time!

Off we go and we now know we only have a few miles to go.

As per usual the walk is still hard and of course more lovely hills!

Now on our final descent take a pew, enjoy the view we have done the Downs I shout!

The last few signs for the North Downs soon fade away and we reach our final destination and cross the line.

Ian gets a couple to take the photo of us all and the feeling is great!

All of us sit down on the benches and take off the evil boots and rest for a while looking out at sea.

An elderly couple offer us a few quid maybe to go away as our feet and we stink.

Only joking it was for our cause but we thanked them.

I get second wind and seek out a nice bar for us and I am soon joined by the others where the pints are waiting.

Steve then goes off and come back from the bar with a cracking bottle of cold Champagne -Cheers mate.

The toasts are done and we all settle down for a well deserverd few beers.

Truly amazing and Whittington Hospital we thank you  for the great work you do and baby Charlie this was a true honour!

Day 4 – the pain still cometh

I woke up this morning to the harmonious sound of Millsy’s weasing to the tune of ‘spurs are on their way to Wembley’ as he slept. He was either suffering or he’d swallowed a whistle. He was actually suffering as he has asthma. fair play to him for taking on such a challenge as it can’t have been easy.
Anyway, after breakfast which consisted of the thickest bread that I have ever seen, we strapped, packed and started our walk.
It started in good spirit and the banter was good. After the first mile, the mood changed as we proceeded to climb and descend the worst hills that I had ever seen. This went on for four hours. We struggled like you wouldn’t believe and we were becoming more and more deflated as we went. It turned out that the first four hours brought us only seven miles. We were well behind schedule. By lunch time we reached a village called Hollingbourne where we decided to stop at a pub called The Bad Habit (try it out if you are ever in Hollingbourne). We ditched our self heating meals for the luxury of a pub lunch and a soft drink. It worked wonders and revitalised each if us. We took off and marched through the torrential rain for another four hours (we had promised ourselves an Indian this evening as it was our last stay), catching up on our schedule reaching the village of Rye in good time. We checked into The Mulbery B&B (another plug but stay there if ever you are in that neck of the woods. The place is fantastic and the land lady Angela is lovely). We managed to have a couple of pints in the village pub before devouring our Indian. Millsy, bless him insisted on paying for the meal to say thank you for our help in taking part in his charity. If I’d known that before we ordered, I’d gone for a starter too!!
Anyway, once we had consumed our meal, we went back to our digs and took to bed.
One more day boys!!

– From Ian, Millsy, Jacko and Smithy

Day 3: The pain cometh

Day 3

The North Downs Way challenge

By Richard Jackson

The Film staring John Candy as Stephen Miller, Gary Oldman as Ian Smith, John Thompson as Ian Stephens and Adam Woodyatt as Richard Jackson who ever he is ?

But let’s face it no one wants to make a film about four South London Men on a charity walk eh !?

The day started early 6 am again,
Sharing a double bed with Ian S was better than I thought except we kept touching bums through the night….he didn’t snore or smell bad so I was happy with that.
Breakfast was swift and all we needed, full English in true tradition.

Back on the path in single file everyone moaning about what part of their anatomy was hurting but after about three miles your body kindly gets into a rhythm and the pain subsides for a while.

I can honestly say at one point going down a very steep mud soaked slippery stairs carved out of the hill by some wonderful volunteer maybe a sexy student that by throwing myself off the top would have been less painful !

It was all smiles from Miller right up until the point he broke wind and then his smile turned into a frown !

” I need to stop ” he cried as he realised it was more than just a fart !!

After the initial shock he cleaned himself up and was back on the trail.

He said to us an hour later ” every time I fart it’s like Russian Roulette ” !

Hours went by as I stared in front of me to scared to look at the beautiful scenery incase I made the wrong step and twisted my ankle or worse.

To give you readers some idea of how bad my body hurts, when I woke up and painfully slipped my flip flops on to go down to breakfast both my little toes which are blistered beyond belief were leaking a clear fluid which stuck to my flip flops and dried.

But what I love is every man here is so determined to finish this that we have become a band of brothers we have suffered together the camaraderie is amazing I love these men and their spirt !

We finished a long hard and grueling day 3 and booked in to our next B&B.
I bagseed a room with Millsy (well actually it was my turn to share with him) and we settled in. Once pants and socks had been placed upon the radiators and we had finally bathed (apart from me as there was no hot water) we ventured down to the local pub for food looking like a bunch of Aussies in our T-shirts, shorts and flip flops.
During our supper, milsey checked the Internet on his phone and found out that the body we had passed a day earlier was identified as Brian Hynard, age 58. It turned out that he had gone missing two years earlier. Our thoughts that night went out to Brian’s family.
Back to the B&B and it was heads down and lights out.
Ian eventually got to have his shower.

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Day 2: the body

Day 2: the body by Stephen Miller

As I sat down to my muesli and toast, the room slowly filled with the moans and groans of my fellow companions.
The previous day had clearly taken its toll and the thought of walking 30 miles after the damage 25 miles had hit our body’s with, was clearly on everybody’s minds.
Breakfast down and bags packed we headed out into the morning rain.
Box hill was a steady climb and the rain was light so not too disheartening.
After about an hour we came across a policeman who had sealed off an area of woodland where the night before human remains had been found.
As we walked on we discussed the many possibilities of what had happened, and possible theories etc.
We carried on our way as the rain still gently came down.
Hour by hour, step by step, and with the rain getting heavier and the terrain becoming more challenging, we slowly chugged on.
Lunch was quick and taken under the shelter of some trees, and the rest of the afternoon just blurred into one.
Around 5pm Jacko informed us we had just 11 miles to go, so imagine my horror when an hour later we still had 11 miles to go.
The best part of the afternoon for me came after I mentioned to Ian that I had seen the fields moving. I was falling back from the group because I was taking pictures but Ian and the rest of the guys thought I needed a quick sugar intake as I was hallucinating .
So a Twix was shoved down my throat and the next hour was a dream.
13 hours later we hobbled into our b&b, a quick freshen up and we were driven to the local pub by our landlady. We had dinner at 10pm and then made our way back to bed, driven by the barmen in the pub.
Blisters popped our aching body’s drifted off into the night.
Our last thoughts were for the unnamed body we past many hours earlier, who and why.

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Location:Styles Lane,Boxley,United Kingdom

Day one summary

It had finally come. The day that we had all be planning for many weeks.
I wasn’t expecting just a walk in the park…far from it, but the experience of walking the equivalent of a marathon with a very heavy 70 litre back turned out to be far harder than I could have imagined.

I was picked up at 4.30am by a smiling Jacko pulling up outside my house in his noisy jeep. Before I was able to see how many of the neighbours were awoken by the vibrant engine I had thrown my gear in the back and we headed for his house where we’d meet the guys before starting our journey by taxi to Farnham (the very start of the North downs)
At Jacko’s house we met the cab (John who works for Jacko – doing a bit of moonlighting) he’d already picked up a weary Smithy (30 mins early to Smithy’s delight). I had already had my first nightmare as the hydration pack (3 litre water bladder) had leaked in my bag overnight causing a bit of a panic. Jacko came to the rescue as he had a spare one. Up on his flat, Millsy was still walking around in his pants (not a nice site) packing his gear into his pack. After 10 mins of messing about we were off.
On the way we stopped off at a petrol station to use the loo and to load up on last minute rations. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw what Millsy was purchasing. He was cradling a sandwhich, 2 large bars of chocolate, 2 types of cheeses and a drink. A packet of jelly babies and other goodies – I suppose a Man’s got to eat!
We got to Farnham at 7am, had a quick group photo and started the first of our 140 mile walk. It’s funny how as a group there is a real cheerful atmosphere at the beginning of a big challenge. After 2 miles, I could feel a blister forming on my heel. Bollocks not already. How can this happen so soon? We stopped and out came the electrical tape. Having carried out a thorough wrapping We were off again.
Our first pit stop was two hours in. Energy bars – mine was a bounce bar. It looked like a compressed mushy squirrel shit but was pleasantly nice.
Millsy was tucking into his feast 🙂
The sun was now hitting us from a great height, making the walk that much more difficult. I was down to my running vest, Jacko and Millsy were down to first layers and Smithy was still wearing first layer and waterproof jacket. Was he going to suffer later!!
Our second stop was 4 hours into the walk. We sat down under a shaded area as the sun was still beating down from the clear skies above. We all took on water. Millsy was tucking into chocolate and baby-bell cheese – really?
10 minutes later we were off. Smithy still expecting rain that was never going to arrive.
Our next stop was for lunch. We were now 6 hours into our walk and over half way to our destination West Humble (or that’s what we thought).
Off came the boots to give our feet a deserved cooling off. The layers came off and Smithy undid his jacket. The self heating meals came out. Mine was a chicken tikka with rice. Once I had worked out how to heat it up, I consumed the lot. It was lovely. The boys had pretty much the same and Millsy also tucked I to another bar of chocolate and jelly babies.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Smithy flapping the top of his jacket to catch some cool air. what I couldn’t understand was, he was sitting in direct sunshine. Our journey continued info the afternoon without too much happening. It was so hot and we were all struggling a little. Maybe that’s why Millsy was feasting on his chocolate. He didn’t want it to melt!
We walked through the afternoon without too much happening until we got to West Humble. The problem was, we were in the wrong town for the B&B. we found out that we should have been in Dorking (2 miles back up the hill) We had passed it en route. We decided to find a pub to rest over a pint only Smithy went into melt down. His body temperature dropped at an alarming rate due to wearing his wet suit on the driest, and warmest day of the year! A bag of nuts and a pint sorted that out. We found our B&B and got off to sleep by 9.30pm

Tomorrow we tackle 30 miles arghhh………

– From Ian, Millsy, Jacko and Smithy