I awoke at 05:30am again in order
to get myself all sorted as packing was taking an age by now. Breakfast came in
the shape of another gigantic bacon sandwich which was suitably amazing, and
Sarah had also made several baguettes which would come in very handy later in
the afternoon.
Trying as hard as I can to push down the fence |
I was met in Wandsworth Park
by a small group of people including my friends Lucy Brooks, John Richards
along with his newborn son and my sister Rachael and her husband Tim. Sharpey
and Sarah also came along for the first part and despite the showers coming and
going most of the guys stuck it out for the first hour or so.
By Pimlico it was just myself and
Lucy but we enjoyed crossing Westminster
Bridge, as I always do, and moving
down the South Bank, even if I did start getting back into London mode and experiencing a bit of tourist
rage.
Houses of Parliament |
I had decided I wouldn’t break
for lunch as I just wanted to get the day finished as quickly as possible, and
I was having a snack and stretch just before Tower Bridge
when I was met by Emily and Jay, along with young Charlie Chops (who spent most
of the time dozing in his pram). We were about nine miles down by then and
nearly halfway.
Reaching Tower Bridge was one of many mini-targets I had in mind |
We went through what was by far
and away the least attractive part of the entire week shortly after Greenwich and the Cutty
Sark before the Thames Barrier finally came into view. It still looked a way
off though and the last four miles did seem to take an age.
A particularly attractive area around Deptford |
I couldn’t speed up or slow down.
I knew if I stopped it’d be really hard to get going. Even stretching was too
painful now, as it added pressure to my feet – or if I sat then it gave a
chance for the blood to come back for them only to be freshly bruised once I
began walking again. I had plasters on every toe on my right foot, plus three
other big ones, while my left foot was holding up slightly better with just two
toes plastered and two others on the ball of my foot.
Looking back past the Isle of Dogs - felt like the widest bit of the river |
Eventually, the barriers drew up
alongside me. I’d love to say I had a huge feeling of euphoria, or an epic
sense of achievement, but I really didn’t feel anything at all. Not even
relief. Obviously I was glad it was over, and I was pleased I’d made it, but I
was very aware that the achievement itself hadn’t sunk in yet, and might not
for a while.
You can pass underneath one of
the barriers and there is a map of the entire river. I really enjoyed talking a
few of the guys through my journey and being able to bring it to life again. I
remembered some slightly random stories as place names jogged my memory and it
made the whole thing seem a bit more real.
At the finish line |
We went up to the café and park
nearby for a couple of soft drinks (it was unlicensed) before eventually
deciding that a train was probably faster than a taxi, and so we walked another
mile to Charlton station nefore taking a train to London Bridge, changing for
Waterloo East, walking across to Waterloo and then moving across to Clapham
Junction. It was just myself and Hillsy now, but after I’d had a shower Lucy
and Milly joined for drinks and food on the terrace along with my friends Alex,
Shaun and Mike.
Sitting up there, talking through
the week and just being surrounded by good friends was brilliant. I didn’t have
much to say unfortunately, but my overriding emotion was how lucky I am to have
such a fantastic group of friends and family. The sponsorship total had leapt up
to nearly £1700 by the time I finished, and I received so many texts during the
week, so many comments on Facebook and twitter and several answer-phone
messages all giving encouragement and just saying really nice things that I
felt quite humbled. And I think I will for some time.
Facebook Status: “I've been walking for 83 hours and 186
miles. I'm kinda tired. I think I'm gonna go home now.”
My brilliant supporters with me at the end |
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