'22 July 1954. Four RAF Sabre jets from No 66 Squadron had taken part in “Exercise Dividend” practicing air defences against a simulated attack on Britain by Soviet nuclear bombers. It was a huge undertaking, the largest since the war and a total of 6 aircraft across the country were lost that day, two of … Continue reading Sabres And Liberators
Day One I was very nervous. Not only was I worried that my foot might suddenly decide to go into self destruct mode again, I had also been having trouble with my right hip for a few weeks. I was putting this down to starting to walk properly with my left foot (as instructed by … Continue reading Not The Coast To Coast
My PF hasn't totally gone yet, but it has mostly gone. For the most part now, I'm not giving it a second thought as I'm wandering around, but every now and then, it just likes to twinge a bit and remind me that it's still there. Anyway, the next step in my Phased Return to … Continue reading Kind Of Coast To Coast – Ish
Day One, 2.01 miles Backpacking at the moment feels a bit like a phased return to work. I'm trying to get out as much as possible, gradually increasing the distance and altering the terrain etc, in order to help The Foot along its recovery path. Last weekend's outing was a linear route from the Snake … Continue reading Featherbed Top
Ok, I've said this before, it's not the most exciting place in the world, but it is quiet, has some nice views and is only a few miles from home. I had actually planned to camp in a totally different spot, earlier in the week, but it hadn't happened. And when James reminded me that … Continue reading Brown Knoll – Yet Again………
The tweet says it all really. Over the past 7 months, I've had so many ups and downs with this PF - good days, bad days, days when the pain/and or mental anguish has reduced me to tears - that even though I knew it was time to get back out on a solo camp, … Continue reading Castleton To Home
This is the first night out I've had since withdrawing from this year's Challenge after Day One, due to the evil affliction that is Plantar Fasciitis. It's a grand spot for an easy overnighter, being only 3 or 4 miles from our house, and a good little trip to start easing me back into things. … Continue reading Yet Another Night At The Hanging Tree …
