With only 40 days to go to the start of the Jogle, dear reader, I thought that I might fill you in on the early part of Steve’s journey from John O’Groats to Lands End – the Scottish experience – for want of a better expression.
As I’ve told you before, Steve sets out on the 18th. May and…
Yes I did, you obviously weren’t listening – again!
So, just so you can get out there and wave your Saltire’s at him as he passes, here’s a quick heads up of the first part of the route.
No, a Saltire isn’t a sea breeze, it’s the Scottish flag.
Yes, the blue one with the white stripey bits, as you so eloquently put it.
Anyway, from John O’Groats he’ll head – North!
I know, I know, that’s what I thought. I’ll hear the splash from here in Stourbridge!
But once my intrepid brother had explained why, it all became clear. So if you’ll indulge me for a while I shall try to clarify exactly what’s going on.
Imagine for a moment the summer of ‘69.
No, not the song. I’m talking about the Apollo space mission.
Yes, it is comparable as you’ll soon see.
Neil Armstrong, Buzz and the other bloke no one can ever remember didn’t blast straight off to the moon you know, oh no, no, no.
First off the three men I admire the most had to drive their Chevy from the levee, hitch up the Saturn V rocket and tow it off to the launch pad.
And that’s what’s happening here.
Steve will stumble out of bed, eat a hearty breakfast…
No, I guess you’re probably right. He is about to embark on an athletic endeavour after all, so he’ll probably be eating something that looks and tastes as though it’s dropped out of a squirrel’s backside.
Then he’ll strap on his rucksack, step out into the storm and make his way – North (that’s uphill to you and me) to the Duncansby Head lighthouse which is along the road from his B & B and the official starting point of this adventure.
Then, splashing through the puddles and hunched against the driving rain, he’ll head back the way he’s just come and begin the long journey south.
Now you may recall that the aforementioned Mr. Armstrong said something about, ‘a small step for a man,’ as if he’d just done something truly momentous. Personally I don’t think he’d entirely thought that through, after all he’d been sitting on his bum for the entire journey. Okay, now you could argue that it was a half million mile round trip without decent ‘facilities’ to put it delicately, but he did have a rocket up his backside. Steve on the other hand will be marching the length of this British Isle, and get this, on his own legs!
Nowhere near the seven and a half million pounds of thrust those idle astronauts had. Now I think you’ll agree that it’s impossible for Steve to generate anywhere near that amount of power, after all it’s surely not humanly possible to eat such a quantity of beans at one sitting. So I think I know whose the greater achievement will be, don’t you?
Here’s his first weeks itinerary.
18th May, first stop Wick.
19th. May Day 2 – Latheron
20th. May Day 3 – Helmsdale
21st. May Day 4 – Golspie
22nd. May Day 5 – Tain
23rd. May Day 6 – Evanton
24th. May Day 7 and at last somewhere I’ve heard of, albeit in a bawdy rugby song about 24 young ladies of righteous virtue – Inverness.
Get out there and cheer him on.
And if you’re feeling charitable, here is the link to his just giving page in aid of those wonderful people from Macmillan Cancer Support.
‘Got my first real six string, bought it at the five and dime, played it till my fingers bled, was the summer of…’
Oops, was that out loud? For some reason I can’t get the tune out of my head.
Can’t think why?
If you haven’t caught the previous posts regarding the Jogle, why not? Tsk! You’ll find them below.