Friday was the penultimate day
and I had 25 miles in store. The forecast wasn’t good but I had tried to stay optimistic
and when I looked outside things looked promising. One thing I knew for sure
was that had the weather been bad during the first few days then I would never
have made it, but I was close enough now, and the path was well enough maintained
that I’d cope OK.
I was back at the Kingfisher pub
by 06:30am and began the slow trudge onwards. The first mile was now taking me
close to 30 minutes and this was the part of the day that I really dreaded,
this and the last hour which mostly just dragged.
I hit a nasty setback very early.
At Shepperton the river splits. On one side the path continues straight on, but
if you’re stuck on the wrong side of the lock you need to get a ferry across.
Turns out my map pointed this out (see below) but I was there at 07:30am and it
had just begun to rain. I had a choice between a hefty detour of around 2.5
miles, or sitting in the rain for half an hour. I took the hit and began
walking.
I was cheered up by a call from my
old friend Rhonda out in New Zealand, and made it into Walton by 09:30am when I
met my friend Zoe. Bless her, she’d come all the way out to walk in the rain for
several hours and got me when I was perhaps at my grumpiest, although the bacon sandwich she brought cheered me up a little.
The pain was bad
today, and the rain made everything heavier and I was not particularly enjoying
myself. I’d let myself relax the previous night and now I wasn’t mentally
prepared for 25 miles in the rain.
At Hampton Court and looking just like Henry VIII |
We did however, pass some really lovely
areas again, Hampton Court being the main one, and it was still nice to see
these places which I’d never been to and I promised myself I’d go back there
one day when I was walking normally and the sun will be shining.
We reached Richmond by 1pm and had lunch at the Pitcher
and Piano with an old colleague Ben Fryer and my friend Katie Owen who was
going to replace Zoe for the afternoon. We were 15 miles down with ten to go.
Looking sharp in the Pitcher & Piano in Richmond |
The afternoon was a real struggle
and I began to feel really queasy. Thankfully the rain eased off but I was
still not in the best of moods and it seemed to take forever to reach Putney Bridge.
The friendliness and general interest of strangers had totally disappeared as
well. For the previous five days I’d been regularly asked what I was doing and
why, but once into London
the interest disappeared. Nobody said hello as we passed anymore and, the staff
in the pub aside, nobody gave a damn. It was slightly depressing and began to
get me down as my legs throbbed and I longed for Putney to come into view.
It did eventually and I reached
the house of Sharpey and Sarah at 6:30pm, who again looked after me brilliantly
with an almighty portion of lasagne and Sarah giving my shin another painful massage.
I spoke to a few people about the final day and was due to meet everyone at 07:15am
at Putney Bridge, but having come past the bridge to get to their house we
agreed that Sharpey would go and meet everyone as I could swing around the
corner to the river to avoid backtracking.
Craven Cottage...Putney can't be far now can it? |
There were now just 19 miles to
go, I was excited but still incredibly tired and yet again I struggled for
sleep as every time I rolled over everything from the waist down hurt. Since Tuesday
I’d been having to physically lift my legs up with my hands to actually move
them once I’d stopped walking and the painkillers had worn off, so sleeping on
an airbed made things interesting! I actually wish someone had filmed me trying
to stand up and turn off the lights, it took me about five minutes to stand up
and take three paces! But the end was actually in sight this time – and I was quietly
satisfied.
Facebook Status: “This morning was unadulterated misery.
Shepperton Lock caused a massive detour, rain made pack heavier and my
excitement of being nearly finished was tempered very quickly. Huge thanks to
Zoe Farquhar for braving the rain, and Peter Sharpe & Sarah Cummins for
sorting me out tonight. 7:15 tomorrow at Putney Bridge
folks, I'll probably be sending a representative! 168 miles successfully
trodden.”
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