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

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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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