Jogle Blogle – Day 65. Is this goodbye?

Jogle Blogle – Day 65. Is this goodbye?

So the final day of the Jogle.

Day 65

 

As you’ll see from the pictures it was a nice day.

 

The Jogler and Jogleress as their swansong did almost a full marathon distance to finally reach Land’s End, which included a detour to meets up with the Mini-Jogler, the Jogleressette and the Jogleressette’s Fella who would all walk the final six miles.

The Blogler set off at almost the same time to drove around 300 miles (he also managed to buy and sell a car on the way down).

 

Amazingly they all arrived at the Land’s End signpost within 5 minutes of each other (perhaps not so amazing when you consider that the walking party waited for over an hour in the local pub for the Blogler to confirm his ETA. Oh the hardships they endured!)

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There were hugs (the Jogleress sprinted up the last hill to throw her arms around the Blogler.) There were kisses. There was posing. Did you know that you have to pay to have your picture taken by the signpost? There was a chocolate trophy – amazing in itself that it hadn’t melted. There was a Black Country flag. And many drinks were consumed in the local hostelry later.

 

 

 

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‘But,’ I hear you cry, dear reader, ‘is that it?’

Sadly yes – for now. But I’m sure there’ll be updates as time goes by, with the progress of the fund and who knows what madcap schemes Steve will come up with next.

But I’ll leave you with a selection of pictures from the final day. And I’ll let you down gently by reposting some little gems in the coming days from the normal Mistybooks blog so that you can have a giggle or two.

 

 

Crucially the ‘just giving’ page is still open if you would dare to donate to Macmillan Cancer Support at http://bit.ly/2Tzmjwi

 

But I think it is only fitting for the Jogler himself to have the final word, so once again – thanks to you all for following the Jogler via the Blogle, for your kind words and donations and without further ado, ladies and gentlemen I proudly give you – the Jogler aka, my brother, Steve Robertson:

After winning his fourth gold medal in 1996, Sir Steve Redgrave said “I’ve had it. Anybody who sees me in a boat has my permission to shoot me.” 

Having walked almost 1200 miles and climbed the Three highest peaks in Scotland, England and Wales, I am happy to say that I am already thinking of the next trip wherever and whenever that may be. 

As far as this little stroll is concerned I just wanted to say that it has been a fantastic experience. Leg infection aside, I have enjoyed every moment of every day and there was never been a second when I thought I may never reach Lands End. 

The main reason for this confidence was the support I was continually getting from friends and family, and the fact that I have been able to raise a huge sum of money for such a worthwhile cause. 

So I would like to offer a few words of thanks. Firstly to everyone who has donated. I always had an amount in my head that I thought I could raise, and to get close to that £10,000 figure is amazing. When the final total is counted it won’t be too far off. 

Secondly thanks for all the messages of support that I have received every day. They gave me a lift when I needed it and raised the spirits when things got a little low. 

Thank you to Sue, Rach (and Andy) and Mike for supporting me from the beginning of this little adventure. I couldn’t have done it without you. Maybe one day we can all go up Ben Nevis again in decent weather, because I promise you the views from the top are “fearsome”.  

Finally a huge thank you to my brother Dave (aka the Blogler). I’m sure there were times when a few dodgy pictures and some tired words to work with tested your literary prowess but you never let me or your avid readers down. Mum and Dad would have been proud of us both bro… and although he may have noticed one or two typos I’m sure dad would have forgiven you! 

Thank you all again… it’s been an amazing experience and a lot of fun.

And finally, finally the last days stats – crucially it was another day when the app which adds this stuff up went on the blink again (the indicated detour to Penzance certainly never happened – the mileages etc have been adjusted), hence there are two as the Jogler and Jogleress Jogle off into the sunset.

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Mileage: 25.9    Total: 1186.1

Steps: 48,084     Total: 2,435,224

Time taken: 8 hours 14 minutes

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Jogle Blogle – The Final Countdown

Jogle Blogle – The Final Countdown

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The reporting of the final leg of the Jogle will be delayed due to the Blogler having to travel to Cornwall to witness the climax of this unique event. Until then – a message from mission control (fitting on this 50th anniversary of man landing on the moon that we should be celebrating another monumental achievement). But – and just for a change – in all seriousness:-

We’re coming to the end of my brother Steve’s Jogle from John O’Groats to Land’s End including a version of the 3 peaks challenge in which he scaled Ben Nevis, Scafell Pike and Snowdon on his way past. He also walked the challenging South West Coastal Path and along the way has ascended and descended inclines equivalent to scaling Everest (from sea level – not base camp) five times over. He has walked nearly 1,200 miles in the process – much of that time with a serious leg infection, suffered from an insect bite early in the trek, which caused him a great deal of pain. Blisters, bloodied toenails and corns also sought to sabotage this unique event which he undertook to raise funds for Macmillan Cancer Support in memory of our father, Keith.

At the time of writing that effort has raised £8,200 and his just giving page will remain open for the foreseeable future in an attempt to amass even more for that noble cause. If you would still care to donate the link is http://bit.ly/2Tzmjwi

For a good deal of the journey he has been joined by his wife Sue, who has threatened that he should never attempt anything like this again – unless she can do the whole thing with him. Sue has completed six hundred miles in her own right, an achievement which in all honesty also deserves our recognition and acclaim.

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Also joining him at various key stages were his son Mike and daughter Rachael, as well as friends and family.

The walk which was three years in the planning and trained for extensively took a total of sixty five days, mostly off road using trails and paths along the length of Britain.

Excluding the six rest days, Steve has walked on average over twenty miles per day through rain and shine.

Staying along the way in an assortment of guest houses, AirBnB and budget hotels has meant a quite significant investment from Steve’s own pocket.

I have endeavoured to keep up with his walk by writing up his adventure in, ‘the Blogle,’ derived from his own account and photographs – for which I apologise now in taking quite so many liberties with the narrative. I do hope that in some small part you have enjoyed travelling along and thank you for your interactions during the journey.

I am sure that the Jogler would like to take this opportunity to thank all who have followed the story and those who have contributed so generously to the cause, including the key sponsors denoted on the official ‘Jogle’ shirt. 

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Most of all I would just like to state for the record how immensely proud I am of this man who I am honoured to call my brother. He has achieved something memorable which few of us would even contemplate, let alone attempt and for that he should justifiably be well pleased with his efforts.

Thank you Steve for allowing us along on your journey. I know that Dad will have travelled every mile and every step with you. I’m also sure that as you finally pass the signpost pointing the way to the furthest point north by road, he will be waiting in spirit and that he will clear his throat with that characteristic double cough of his, rise to his feet, applaud loudly and pay you the highest accolade he knew for what you have accomplished as he cries out prfor all to hear, ‘Well done that man!’

 

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Jogle Blogle – Day 64

Jogle Blogle – Day 64

IMG_4794Contrary to expectations the penultimate Day 64 of the Jogle dawned bright and sunny. And even better, it stayed that way!

IMG_4792IMG_4795Leaving Portreath the Jogleress was tempted to go by Penny Farthing down to St. Ives. However they took the local lanes in an effort to save time as a rendezvous was planned later with the Jogleressette and Mini Jogler.

 

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Eventually they ended up on the good old South West Coastal Path, passing the lighthouse at Godrevy Beach and this chimney, surely the relic of an old tin mine.

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They spotted another fool in a flying tent, surely not the same guy who they saw entangled on Lord Hereford’s Knob (if you’ll pardon the expression).

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Another national cycle route marker, I make that five now on the trip down from John O’Groats. At Hayle fortifications they spotted this stubby little cannon. Call that a cannon? We got proper cannons up here at Dudley Castle and to prove the point I shall be down to Land’s End tomorrow to replace St. Piran’s flag with a proper Black Country one.

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See you Sunday bro.

There’s still time to contribute to Macmillan Cancer Support on Steve’s ‘just giving’ page at http://bit.ly/2Tzmjwi

In the meantime here are the all important stats.

Mileage: 14.5   Total: 1160.2

Steps: 38,035    Total: 2,387,140

Time taken: 4 hours 43 minutes and 32 seconds

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Jogle Blogle – Day 63

Jogle Blogle – Day 63

Warning – this Blogle may drip on the floor. Apologies for the blurry image above, it was hurriedly snapped through a film of water!

In the Jogler’s opinion there is nothing more miserable than trudging along through incessant rain. Day 63 was to be such a time. It was reminiscent of the beginnings of the trek up near John O’Groats, but now that he was on the final approach to Land’s End he had been hoping for something rather better. It was not to be. If there was to be any consolation, however minor, at least the rain was warm.

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Feeling magnanimous now that the end was in sight (the Jogle is set to end on Day 65) he treated the Jogleress to breakfast at the local Morrison’s, but even munching their way through a multipack of granola bars did little to raise the spirits.

 

 

 

 

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Splashing out of Newquay the Jogler briefly considered running away to join the circus, but Sue talked him out of it as they had both left their unicycles at home.

 

 

 

 

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They floated by a rather nice thatched Cornish pub, with the usual smuggling reference. Depressingly it was shut.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Another common Cornish theme – everywhere sells award winning pasties, but as they sloshed by and having only recently consumed enough fibre to line the bottom of your average rabbit hutch neither were hungry enough to put the claim to the test.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Later however, hunched against the torrent, as the driving rain became horizontal they were forced into a pit stop at Perranporth golf club for tea and a slice of cake in a vain (and largely unsuccessful) attempt to lighten the mood

 

 

 

 

 

The Jogler only deigned to take a few soggy snaps (never have Blogle HQ received such a paucity of photographic evidence throughout the duration of the Jogle) as the pair squelched despondently toward Portreath, their overnight stop where they would attempt to dry out before repeating the exercise tomorrow. And if that, dear reader, plays on your heart strings enough, then please consider donating to Steve’s chosen charity, Macmillan Cancer Support, on his ‘just giving’ link at http://bit.ly/2Tzmjwi

Today’s stats are rather damp, but I have wrung them out as best as I could. Join them again on Day 64 for which the forecast is sadly similar.

Mileage: 21.2    Total: 1145.7

Steps: 45,780    Total: 2,349,105

Time taken: 7 soaking hours 55 drenched minutes and five drowned seconds

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Jogle Blogle – Day 62

Jogle Blogle – Day 62

Did you just read Day 61’s account of my brother’s marathon trek? That’s right, you’re not mistaken – there are two posts today as we endeavour here on the Blogle to catch up with the real time events of the Jogle. As you already know we’re always at least a day behind here at Blogle HQ as we wait for the Jogler to relay his account of the day’s events (and then extensively re-write it because quite frankly it does get a bit ‘dry’). No honestly, you ought to see some of the stuff I get sent here it’s enough to make you…

…Oh sorry, did I drop off again?

Anyway, here we go again. Ready for a bit of alliteration? Praise please to Peter and Pam at Padstow – o.k. that’s enough of that – they run the B & B where the Jogler and Jogleress overnighted. Generously they donated to Macmillan Cancer Support on Steve’s ‘just giving’ page at http://bit.ly/2Tzmjwi  on this charity walk from John O’Groats to Land’s End.

It’s a bit cloudier today on Day 62, but still quite humid. The Jogleress is very excited. This is where she spent her happy holibobs as a child way, way, way back when God’s dog was a puppy. So expect lots of beach type piccies today then.

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Also they skirted Booby’s Bay – now I knew that would make you prick your ears up and no, I don’t know if they allow topless bathing. Honestly, you lot! Minds like sewers! But look here on the sign. Don’t do this, don’t do that. And beware of submerged metal objects in the red marked area! What the..? Is there a left over U-boat lurking about out there. Just tell them the war’s over for heavens sake.

Where are we now? Ah, Porthcothan. No wonder the Jogleress is looking at home. Apparently this is where her nan and grandad used to caravan back in the day. By the way Sue, you look so much better without Steve’s pants on your head. (See Day 61 if you missed that particular reference)

Finally into Newquay and another B & B where proprietor Sally was so impressed with the endeavour that she thrust a tenner into the Jogler’s sweaty palm which will be donated to the cause.

Today’s stats-

Miles: 17.8          Total: 1,124.5

Steps: 40,303      Total: 2,303,325

Time taken: 7 hours 11 minutes and 23 seconds

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Jogle Blogle – Day 61

Jogle Blogle – Day 61

Come on then you lot, up and at ‘em. Only five days to go.

What’s that? You can’t because you’ve got a hurty what? Oh really? Well never mind, rub some cream on it, you’re holding the rest of us up. Pardon? You can’t because of what? Look stop being a baby. You don’t hear the Jogler moaning do you? And he’s actually walking, you’re only reading about it let’s face it, so get your skates on. Well I’ve no doubt it is chafing, but honestly it’s not that far to go now. That’s the spirit. Did I tell you that I’ve had nipple rash since day 33? Itches like hell, but you don’t hear me complain do you? O.k? Well catch up in a minute or two, I can’t keep everyone else hanging about can I?

Hi folks, sorry about the little contretemps there, but welcome to Day 61 of this guided tour from John O’Groats to Land’s End.

Setting out from Tintagel the Jogler and Jogleress passed by the graveyard and a warning that poisonous snakes may see you added to the congregation. Incidentally, talking of venomous wriggly things and religion, did you know that two creatures were left on the ark after The Flood? Yes, really. When Noah asked them why they hadn’t disembarked they replied, ‘we can’t. You told us to go out and multiply, but we’re Adders.’ I know, I know, the old ones are the best!

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A first Poldark reference. I’m reliably informed that Sue is disappointed not to have seen any bare chested Cornishmen yet.

 

 

 

 

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At the Lazy Days Cafe the owners generously gave the pair a free meal to support the cause. Steve will add the money saved to his ‘just giving’ page in support of Macmillan Cancer Support at http://bit.ly/2Tzmjwi

Incidentally, that fund has just crept over the £8000 mark. Don’t forget that Steve was aiming for £10k and there’s not long to get your donations in now folks if you would care to contribute.

 

 

It was a 2 minute chug across the river mouth to their overnight stop in Padstow.

Out for a drink in the evening and a look into an establishment owned by a certain Mr Stein. Pardon? No, not Frank N – the other one, @Rick_Stein 

As we’re coming close to the end of my brother’s charity walk, in an effort to allow the Blogle to catch up with the Jogle this is the first of two posts today, so keep an eye out folks, there will be another along very shortly.

Stats of the day-

Mileage: 18.6    Total: 1106.7

Steps: 37,205     Total: 2,263,022

Time taken: 6 hours 30 minutes and 13 seconds

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Jogle Blogle – Day 60

Jogle Blogle – Day 60

Day 60 was to be the hottest day of the trip from John O’Groats to Land’s End so far. It began and continued under virtually cloudless blue skies. The Jogler being sensible wore his hat in tribute to Crocodile Dundee and could, had he been there, have put the Outback in the shade all on his own. The Jogleress on the other hand went au naturelle in the headgear department, but more of that later.

Setting out from their day of rest at Bude they were heading south to Tintagel, so even more coastal shots for the Blogle today.

Wildlife of the day is supposed to be this Bass. Yes really! It’s there, right slap bang in the picture. Yes, I’ll grant you that on this 50th anniversary of the lunar landing it does rather look like a snap of the Moon’s surface from a dodgy ‘60’s camera, but I swear it is there! Squint then. Still can’t see it? Squint harder. Look I don’t take the pictures, I just publish them. Oh, have it your way – here are some cows. Again, yes!


More of the South West Coastal Path, this time into Cleave.

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IMG_4581A rare shot of the Jogler and Jogleress together taken by a very nice Swiss lady. Must have been Heidi – perhaps the cows were hers? Or was that goats? Anyway – it does demonstrate very well the choice of headgear prior to…

 

…disaster. The Jogleress begins prancing around. Obviously too much Sun. There is only one solution. Ever the gentleman, Steve removes his Y-fronts to protect his wife’s head. I know – eeew!!!

Into Tintagel, a day too late for the Male voice choir which would have upset Dad greatly.

Fortunately no one noticed Sue’s unusual headgear as they were too busy renaming everything after King Arthur. In an attempt to evade notice they stopped the night (or should that be knight? Ha!) in the King Arthur’s Arms.

If you’d like to donate to Steve’s chosen charity, Macmillan Cancer Support, here is the link to his ‘just giving’ page http://bit.ly/2Tzmjwi

Stats of the day:

Mileage: 21.0   Total: 1088.1

Steps: 50,580    Total: 2,225,817

Time taken: 9 hours 30 minutes and 30 seconds

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