Jogle Blogle – Day 37

Jogle Blogle – Day 37

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fullsizeoutput_80bDay 37 of our Blogle following the Jogle. The Jogler and Jogleress paused to look down on Denbigh where they had just spent the night and to the ruins of the castle and town walls which were commissioned by Edward I in 1282. That initial phase was completed some 25 years later.

 

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IMG_3377IMG_3385With some great views across the surrounding countryside our intrepid pair came across this signpost helpfully pointing the way to Cornwall. (Incidentally – I think this tells us all we need to know about why the Welsh use so many ‘L’s in their language – they’ve been nicking them off Cornwall!) A great aid you would have thought on Steve’s walk from John O’Groats to Land’s End. But no! The Jogler ignored the directions. Is he mad? Can he not read? Has the Jogleress persuaded him to abandon his quest? Ah – here’s the reason – there’s another mountain to climb. Snowdon, the last of the three peaks on my brother’s charity walk for Macmillan Cancer Support, lies in the far distance as the Jogleress by some magical trickery points out.

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fullsizeoutput_80eAfter a dearth of wildlife of the day the Jogler seems to consider that this shot of some cows should suffice and get this, says that there was a Red Kite hovering above them! Yeah Steve, whatever!

At last, they reach the Snowdonia National Park. 

 

fullsizeoutput_80dAnd an info board about engineering – at last, something the Blogler can relate to – William Hazledine was known as ‘Merlin’ by Thomas Telford because of the wonders he could wrought with iron. His ironworks in Shrewsbury manufactured the beams and columns for the world’s first iron framed factory in 1796 and  he subsequently founded a foundry in Ruabon from where he supplied material for the Pontcycyllte aqueduct. Telford and Hazeldine worked together on some of the most iconic bridges at Menai, Conwy and this one here, the Pont Waterloo Bridge of which the Jogler notably forgot to take a picture. Tsk!

IMG_3392Finally down into Betws-y-coed, their stop for the night.

And the stats are as follows-

Mileage: 22.5      Total: 684.63

Steps: 47,434       Total: 1,388,206

Time taken: 8 hours 16 minutes 57 seconds

And if you’d like to donate to Macmillan Cancer Support, Steve’s just giving link is: http://bit.ly/2Tzmjwi

 

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Jogle Blogle – Day 36

Jogle Blogle – Day 36

Before we start out on Day 36, all here at the Jogle Blogle would like to give a massive shout out to Mavis Paterson @MavisCycle who, in her own cycling Lejog, went from Land’s End to John O’Groats in an amazing 23 days for her 960 mile trip. At 81 she secured her place in the Guinness Book of Records as the oldest woman to achieve such a phenomenal feat! Like Steve she will also be donating her proceeds to Macmillan Cancer Support. Well done Mavis – fantastic!

I promised you a more exciting day today didn’t and how’s this for starters – The Jogleress is back! No, I don’t know where she came from either, but I’d know that rucksack anywhere now, wouldn’t you? So leaving the glorious architecture and ancient history of Chester behind  oath the Jogler and his wife set off on another leg of their John O’Groats to Land’s End. The sun shone and at last the Jogler was able to show off his Jogle tee shirt. They passed another reminder of home (well Sue did anyway – she is a Brummie after all, although after 25 years with the Jogler I do reckon that she’s an honorary Black Country wench by now). Chester bade them a cheery goodbye as they went on they’re merry way out past the racecourse and river, finding themselves in Wales, where the Welsh live. Airbus, through Mop where they passed this plaque commemorating the digging up of some ancient Brit in 1831 and how all the stuff they found was nicked by the bloody English and put in the British Museum. Down into the countryside where they came upon Offa’s Dyke in all its glory. Built around 1250 years ago the dyke is an earthwork consisting of a ditch with the spoil from that excavation piled onto the Mercian side and roughly marks out the border between England and Wales. And the king of Mercia during its construction? Some bloke called Offa, obviously. I’ve told you before we’re better than the Open University we are.

The aptly named Castle View B & B in Denbigh was to be their digs for the night in the appropriately named Dudley room.

Steve’s just giving link is

Stats for the day.

Miles: 27.5

Steps: 54581

Time taken: 10 hours 10 minutes and 31 seconds 

Jogle Blogle – Day 35

Jogle Blogle – Day 35

Day 35 of the Jogle (it stands for John O’Groats, Land’s End in case you hadn’t figured it out yet) appears at first glance to be probably the most boring for Steve on his journey south so far, but for us followers I think that I’ve found an interesting little wrinkle that we could all make use of – so bear with me.

IMG_3287IMG_3296Continuing his charity walk for Macmillan Cancer Support, see link here to his just giving page: http://bit.ly/2Tzmjwi  Steve set out from his overnight stop at St. Helens (those of you who are old enough just heard Eddie Waring say ‘ Arrr St. ‘elans’ didn’t you – admit it!) and crossed the many arteries of the North West, the Mersey, The M56 up by Runcorn and the Manchester Ship Canal on the outskirts of Frodsham.

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And after a long slog along his favoured surface, pavement, he arrived in Chester. Told you it was boring didn’t I? Never mind, I’ve a feeling tomorrow will be better.

 

 

IMG_3294Oh – and that little wrinkle I was going to tell you about – no it wasn’t a ruse to get you to read to the end of a boring post, honest! It seems that en route our Jogler stopped at Macky Dee’s in Runcorn and when he told them what he was doing they were so impressed that they gave him some free bottles of water. Similarly at Hope Corner in Runcorn they gave him a slice of Victoria Sponge. So – I figured out that we only have to get ourselves a Jogle tee shirt each and we can wander around all day getting freebies. Sounds like a plan to me, what do you think?

I’ll give you yesterday’s stats first, as I know you missed them:

Mileage: 31.5

Steps: 61749

Time taken 6:48:04 + 3:05:59

And today’s 

Mileage: 28.7                      Giving a total of: 634.63

Steps: 47,353                          Adding up to: 1,286,191

Time taken: 8 hours 55 minutes and 10 seconds.

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Jogle Blogle – Day 34

Jogle Blogle – Day 34

Day 34. The Jogler set out from yet another AirBnB hosted by Andrew in Preston and walked a measly 11.2 miles. What!? That can’t be right can it? Is he actually walking from John O’Groats to Land’s End or just having a little wander about. Oh hang on, there’s another message coming through to Blogle HQ. Yes, his bloody route tracer thingy app looks to have broken down again and following that stroll he did a further 20.3 miles. 

Now far be it for me to complain but – stop sniggering over there, I’m a very unflappable person normally and – right, that’s it! You over there who’s gone puce in the face trying not to laugh, get out! And take your mate there with you. Yes that one! The one that’s doubled up laughing. Go on. I can wait…

Have they gone?

Good. Bloody cheek! Now as I was saying, I’m really not one to complain – it’s alright, I can wait for the muffled titters to subside – but this isn’t the first time his bloody route tracer thingy app has decided to split Steve’s journey into two without so much as a ‘by your leave.’ And you know what that means don’t you? Exactly! Here at heart of Blogling operations I have to do sums. As if I have time! Here I am providing serious journalistic commentary on this epic charity event for Macmillan Cancer Support (See link here http://bit.ly/2Tzmjwi ) and now I’m expected to do adding up as well! I ask you! It’s a good job that I don’t moan really, isn’t it?

IMG_3254Anyway, the Jogler crossed the River Ribble – Steve knew that because he studied it in ‘O’ level geography. Who says you don’t use what you’re taught in school? There’s a perfect example. O.k., it took nearly forty years, but there it is, the education system in all its glory. I wonder if he passed? As his brother I suppose that that’s the sort of thing I really ought to know.

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Or perhaps was it this sign that gave the game away? We may never know. What was verified however was that Leyland did indeed build trucks. Here’s one.IMG_3261

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And continuing the trucking theme, here’s a Whale tanker. Why is that important, well because they sponsor Steve on this little adventure. They have their logo on the tee shirt he hasn’t been able to wear until recently because it’s rained so bloody much.

 

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Another one of those interminable ‘ice’ warning signs. Surprisingly little sign of the slippery stuff though, the Jogler reports.

 

 

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He is however quite a fan now of pavements. Having done without through much of Scotland they appear now to be one of life’s little luxuries that the mid-point of his journey Jogler really appreciates.

 

 

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So the stats: Let’s see. Add that to that, carry the one. Has pi got something to do with it or is it a burger? Divide by seven, add two because it’s Friday and take a wild guess. Oh, I don’t know – here are the maps.

 

 

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Jogle Blogle – Day 33

Jogle Blogle – Day 33

Hello again everyone. Just to let you know that after the communication blackout of yesterday, contact has been re-established with the Jogler. Yes, my brother Steve, it can be confirmed, is still alive. And so we set off with him again on his journey from John O’Groats to Land’s End albeit two days behind now – after I’d worked so damn hard to catch up after the last little hiccup too! In case you’d lost count it’s Day 33, just past halfway and there is some serious walking to be done as he marches toward Snowdon the last of the three peaks to be conquered in this charity event for Macmillan Cancer Support. You can see why here – http://bit.ly/2Tzmjwi

 

He’s just about to leave Lancaster to resume his trek down south, but hold on – what’s this? He’s made a detour to the station to meet up with a mystery guest who’s going to accompany him today. Now I’ve been sworn to secrecy as to who this person is, but that makes no odds as the Jogler hasn’t actually told me who it is anyway, so we’ll just have to call the stranger, Jogler X.

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They set off toward Preston along the canal, via Galgate marina and immediately got that sinking feeling. I think someone tied their mooring ropes too tight there.

 

 

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I don’t know who the guy with the tripod was, and you can bet they never asked – come on, we need to know these things!

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And that’s about all I can tell you, dear reader. Jogler X bought lunch (probably the only reason Steve asked him to come along).

 

 

 

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Wildlife of the day had two entries, a paddling cow and some long necked Peruvian sheep.

 

 

 

 

Stats of the Day.

Blimey, no wonder he didn’t want to talk much – 29.1 miles    Total: 574.43

Steps were – 57,630    Total: 1,177,089

And it took 10 hours 33 minutes and 54 seconds

I’m going for a lie down after that, see you tomorrow.

By the way Steve, I’d be careful of the toilet – I worked on the sewage works up there!

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Jogle Blogle – Interim Report

Jogle Blogle – Interim Report

And so it came to pass, dear Jogle Blogle reader, that for the first time during his walk from John O’Groats to Land’s End the Jogler has failed to submit his account of his journey during Day 33. Somewhat ironically it also happened to be the halfway point of Steve’s charity walk for Macmillan Cancer Support http://bit.ly/2Tzmjwi , but the message received here at Blogle HQ last night was,

‘I’m exhausted and only have the energy to sip gently at my Horlicks before I fall unconscious into bed. I may be some time.’

Rather reminiscent of Titus Oates and Scott’s fateful Antarctic mission, I thought.

Now at this point I dare say that I could make something up, a fabricated report of how the brave Jogler has strained every fibre of his being in an effort to get from Lancaster to Preston. But no! I know that you only expect the most honest of accounts and it behoves me to adhere to the most strict of disciplines.

Make something up!?

Moi!

As if!

So we’ve got to wait I’m afraid until he can be arsed to get in touch again.

In the meantime, I was followed today on my Twitter account (other social media platforms are available) by @JogleMr who is about to start training for his own Jogle next year. He will be starting in April and cycling and wild camping the length of Britain.

Good luck with that sir.

He is currently seeking a worthwhile charity to support, so if you have any suggestions please contact him and let him know. If you don’t have a Twitter account then let me know here at Blogle HQ and I’ll forward your comments on.

I wonder if he wants a diarist for his adventure? I could turn professional. Blogler to the Joglers – or even Lejogs, it might be nice to go the other way for a change – stop sniggering at the back, I don’t know what you thought I was inferring!

I might get an award – The Queens Award for British Blogling. Liz and Phil would ask me round to their place for tea and cakes.

They might even make a film of the Blogle, Jason Mamoa would take my part obviously, we have a similar physique.

What’s that? ‘Who would play Steve?’ Hmm! Difficult that, now that Norman Wisdom is no longer with us.

But whatever, it’ll be huge. I wonder how much they pay for film rights these days? Perhaps I should get an agent. It could win an Emmy, or an Oscar, or a Brit award, or I could lie about my ethnicity and get a MOBO. They could make me president of the good ol’ US of A – they voted Reagan in after all.

Excuse me, I’ve got to go – acceptance speeches to write and all that.

If my brother gets in touch, tell him I may be some time.

Jogle Blogle – Day 32

Jogle Blogle – Day 32

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Eyes down, look in – here we go again. You know what, the best thing about writing a Blogle is that you don’t necessarily have to Jogle and that’s the thing I find most enjoyable. Brother Steve is off traipsing around the country in all bloody weather and all I have to do is lie here, typing on my iPad. Well not all I do obviously, sometimes I get up and make a cup of coffee, or have a wee – that sort of thing.

 

IMG_3184IMG_3187Anyway, what day are we on? Oh, that’s right, Day 32 of this Jogle from John O’Groats to Land’s End. Steve stayed overnight at an Airbnb in Kendal and would like to give a shout out to Jo and Ian who fed and looked after him and then sent him on his way along the Lancaster Canal. Except it isn’t. Not anymore anyway. It’s been filled in and is now a walkway. Where once there were narrow boats there is now a Jogler, Jogling for the Macmillan Cancer Support charity (See Steve’s link at http://bit.ly/2Tzmjwi )

IMG_3193IMG_3194Passing by High and Lower Haverflatts both at the same time and not feeling the urge to use the facilities offered by the bushes, my brother carried on through the villages of this green and pleasant land.

 

 

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And then he came to the tea room at Carnforth Station. Does that ring a bell? I thought it did, yes! That’s where they filmed ‘Brief Encounter,’ back in 1945. Shall we? Oh go on! I’ll be Trevor Howard, you can be Celia Johnson. That’s it, I’ll go and sit over there with the Bakewell Tarts and you pretend that you just walked in – don’t forget, best Queens English. O.k. You can start – cue entrance, lights, action, camera…

‘Oh, you’re here, my dear sweet unrequited love, I wondered if you’d wait!’

‘Yes, I waited as long as I dared, but now I must leave my darling, my train is coming through the tunnel.’

‘Oh how I love your use of suggestive metaphors. Must you go?’

‘I must.’

‘Oh please don’t.’

‘I jolly well must, I’m going to Johannesburg on the 3:30 from Crouch End in case we should accidentally stumble over this delicious tearoom crumpet and have an affair.’

‘Very well. But I only wanted to share my muffin with you!’

‘I know, I know and your muffin looks so moist and lovely, but go I must. Goodbye.’

‘Goodbye.’

Cut to steam train pulling into station clouds of steam hanging in the air, a long melancholy blast on the steam whistle and pan back to the tea room.

Stare lovingly at the door as it closes, aaaaand – that’s a wrap.

Blimey – Oscar winning stuff indeed! Eat your heart out David Lean. Well done you! That was an epic performance I must say. Oh, just there at the corner of your mouth – a tiny bit of muffin.

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Oh hang on. While we were doing that the Jogler’s wandered off again. Oh, that’s why, he’s found a teeny bit of home, it’s a wonder he didn’t drape his Black Country flag over it.

 

 

 

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And although he didn’t see any rabbits I doubt that they’d have closed the gate anyway – I don’t think rabbits can read.

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Finally back down to the canal again, this time full of water. They’ve either renovated it or it rained while we were filming in the tea room.

 

 

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MILEAGE TODAY: 23.0   TOTAL: 545.33

STEPS TODAY: 44,859  TOTAL: 1,119,459

DURATION: 7 hours 45 minutes 46 seconds

Join us tomorrow as we pass the halfway point of the Jogle Blogle with a special guest appearance. No, I don’t know who it is, he won’t tell me! 

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