So Day 13 turned out to be pretty lucky for me after all. Simple really – I made it. Now for some stats. In 13 days I….. – Walked approx 420 000 steps -Burnt approx 45 500 calories -Put on 0.5kg (or one pound for the non metrics) -Saw 40 shades of Green – and […]
The significance of me walking to New Ross today and ending it at the Emigrant Flame in front of the Dunbrody Famine Ship was planned. Some might not know why, but last June sitting on the Quay listening to the tale of the Irish Emigrant Kennedy story leaving these shores and finding life on the […]
Tonight I simply cannot write too much, as I have to rest my most important muscle… my brain. To say that at this stage I am physically in bits would be a slight euphemism, but a few more tapes, needles and prods from the very selfless Siobhan Guiry should keep me strapped in for the […]
When I was walking through Stamullen which now feels like months ago, I walked past a school, and the kids were on their lunch break. It was a beautiful sunny day and they were all playing outside. I had taken my earphones out as you do when entering a populated area (An Trek Fada etiquette […]
Part of the wonders of this journey is that I am a most unlikely poster child for anything physical! Built like a brick shithouse, I’m more the type of person you want in a drunken arm wrestling contest than a marathon walk, but in that lies the humour in itself – so let me continue. […]
Speeding along life’s continuously speedy route, we are excused if we miss a beat, or a trick, because really…. really, I was just SO busy. And we have it all planned out. Being a grown-up is SO much easier than being a child or god forbid, a misunderstood teenager. But then as we walk along […]
Now, you will be forgiven if you are of a certain age, and the first thought that leaps to mind with the heading this evening is audio tapes. You know the ones. Those you could not leave in the car, because they might melt. The ones that you could delicately and surgically remove when entwined […]
Houston, we seem to have a speed wobble, and will have to concentrate on recouping. Sleep….. […]
I always vowed that should I ever moan about the mild Irish weather and “soft” days, then I might go back to SA. Simple really, just like most people here in Ireland get quite excited about 2 days of sunshine in a row, so too do the farmers and people from the Great Karoo when […]
So not the greatest day, but along the way to keep my mind off my wet feet, the weather and all others things that are not nice, here are a couple of points I pondered: 1. The way that everywhere has gone completely pink for Giro d’Italia! What an astounding feat to get people this […]