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  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.

fullsizeoutput_895They passed the Padstow lifeboat station at Trevose Head. It was built in 1823 and now houses the Spirit of Padstow, a Tamar-class lifeboat. 

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


Jogle Blogle – Day 56

Jogle Blogle – Day 56

Not long to go now folks – make the most of the Blogle while you can, you just know that your life will be emptier without it. Only 10 days left and then you’ll all have to go back to doing whatever it was that passed for entertainment before my brother began his charity walk. If you do fancy donating by the way, his ‘just giving’ link is at  What is happening in Corrie by the way? Is Elsie Tanner back yet? And Crossroads – Benny is innocent, I’m sure of it!

Steve and Sue were a little late setting out. It appears that they’d attempted some laundry the night before (there are after all only so many times you can keep turning your socks and undercrackers inside out and back again before they simply get up and start walking themselves). Foolishly Steve – cocky because it hadn’t rained since Snowdon – left them to dry on the balcony. Guess what? That’s right, Sod’s Law I suppose. Nothing worse than soggy footwear!

And so they set out, rather uncomfortably bow-legged as they waited for the dampness to evaporate. The Jogler took a couple of snaps of Barnstable as he and the Jogleress left on Day 56. The bike stand was a relic of the Tour of Britain from last year. 

Another Millennium Marker, getting as common as muck these things. Out along the Tarka trail. Perhaps we’ll get to see an otter after all? But just in case, for now we’ll take this Little Egret as wildlife of the day.


Into another station turned cafe for a brew – this one at Fremington and then out onto Isley Marsh.




Another Millennium Marker, told you, common as – anyway that’s 4 now on this trip from John O’Groats to Land’s End, so only another 996 to go.



They stopped in Instow for lunch and then left past another railway relic, the old signal box.

They eschewed the new bridge into Bideford in favour of the old one and then – hang on is that a, look, just over there! No, the other way! Don’t shout like that, you’ll scare it off.


At last, wildlife worthy of the name. Who’d have thought we’d be so lucky as to see a – Oh, it’s a statue! Bugger! 

Oh well, let’s carry on, through Appledore’s colourful streets, past the redundant shipyard, along the seafront and eventually into the next overnight stop at Westward Ho! Yes you read it right – Westward Ho! for our visitors from abroad it’s the only town in England to have one third of a Christmas greeting in its name. Or something like that.

Here – have some stats:

Mileage: 16.9   Total: 1032.4

Steps: 35,987   Total: 2,095,034

Time taken: 5 hours 49 minutes and 10 seconds


Jogle Blogle – Day 42

Jogle Blogle – Day 42

As you will by now undoubtedly know, a rescue mission has been launched to re-supply the Jogler with new footwear. But as the sun rose on Day 42 of Steve’s walk from John O’Groats to Land’s End we were all blissfully unaware of the drama which was to unfold on Day 43. In case you missed that see

IMG_3629The Jogler had overnighted at Cae Gwyn farm (thanks to Sue & David for contributing to Macmillan Cancer Support at ) in Mid Wales and things were already becoming a little strange. The Jogler was hallucinating thinking that the waste bin bore an uncanny resemblance to Darth Vadar. Why else would he take a photo. Perhaps at this point he would have been well advised to take a lie down in a darkened room. BUT WATCH OUT FOR THE MONSTER UNDER THE BED!



Anyway, eventually he set off, walking through Coed-Y-Brenin, so some nice shots to start. Also a fascinating insight into the region’s volcanic past, which means that the local area is rich in minerals such as copper, iron and even gold. In fact the local gold mine, although now disused, is still used to make rings for the Royal family.


He had a nice view of a river and wasn’t charged £2:50 to see it. I still can’t get over the fact that Swallow Falls charges these days! Well, I mean to say, can you – honestly! I may write a letter!





The day was very warm and so the Jogler stopped off in Dolgellau for a spot of lunch.

Wildlife of the day – ponies.

Strange wildlife sign of the day – beware of stampeding cattle. Blimey, I haven’t seen any stampeding cattle since John Wayne was a lad!

Out through a slate quarry, where they even used the stuff for fencing. Waste not, want not I suppose and through the tiny village of Aberllenni probably using the Roman road which ran from North to South Wales through this point. Sadly the local war memorial shows that even the smallest communities are not exempt from man’s inhumanity to man.

Finding himself in another Welsh region and leaving the Snowdonia National Park he carried on into his overnight stop at Machynlleth via the national cycle network which spans across Britain. This mile marker was commissioned by the Royal Bank of Scotland – one of 1000 – to commemorate the network being established in 1984. This trail (number 8) runs from Cardiff to Holyhead.

Stats for the day:

Mileage: 27.5    Total: 763.93

Steps: 49,856     Total: 1,548,778

Time Taken: 9 hours 8 minutes and 37 seconds


Jogle Blogle – Day 41

Jogle Blogle – Day 41

Having spent a thankfully uneventful rest day in Beddgelert our Jogler awoke refreshed and ready to continue his walk from John O’Groats to Land’s End on Day 41 of his journey – and guess what, the Sun shone! If only someone had joined him we could have had a picture of the Jogler’s sponsored tee shirt in all its glory. But no, Steve was alone on his meander through the lanes and villages of the Welsh countryside. 


After visiting the grave of Gelert (fake news) and the local railway station he sauntered down past Maentwrog parish church.






Wildlife of the day was this – I don’t know – grass snake? I know you lot will put me right if I’m mistaken.








The man made lake at Trawsfynydd is home to the only U.K. inland nuclear power station for which it supplied the cooling water. The plant was shut down in 1991 but won’t be fully decommissioned until 2080. You have to wonder if it was worth it really don’t you? It only produced electricity for only 26 years and then will take the best part of a century to make the place marginally less toxic.




A statue to commemorate – Hedd Wyn who was made the winning bard at Birkenhead Eisteddfod in August 1917, posthumously- less than a month after his death in Flanders during World War I.









And so the Jogler having sauntered to his destination at Coed-Y-Brenin (wherever that is) retired to his feast of hula hoops and Welsh cakes. We’ll leave you with some scenic pictures of his trip.






Stats of the day were,

Mileage: 19.3      Total: 736.43

Steps: 38,484      Total: 1,498,922

Time taken: 7 hours 11 minutes and 23 seconds

Steve has some gruelling mileages coming up before his next rest day back in England on Day 50. If you’d like to support his charity walk for Macmillan Cancer Support, his just giving page link is


Jogle Blogle – Day 39 & Day 40

Jogle Blogle – Day 39 & Day 40

Day 39 dawned wet and rainy again as the Jogler and Jogleress prepared to tackle the third mountain on this, my brother Steve’s walk from John O’Groats to Land’s End and 3 peaks challenge.








But hold on, what’s this? The Mini-Jogler has turned up for moral support and bought with him a seemingly random bunch of blokes. There’s Ian, Matt A, Matt W, Mark, Rob and last but not least – last seen working in a chip shop – Aaron. Incidentally – see if you can guess which one has the selfie stick? That’s right – Bruce Willis.

Now as you know dear reader I have not shirked in my dedication to the Blogle but if you think that I’m going to write, the Jogler, the Jogleress, the Mini-Jogler, Ian, Matt A, Matt W, Mark, Rob and Aaron from the chip shop, every five minutes – just to get the word count up, then you’re very much mistaken. In light of the fact that my brother still hasn’t heeded my advice that when he reaches the peak of a mountain he should carry on in the same direction but instead turns around and comes down the way he went up, I have a plan. We’ll call Ian, Matt A, Matt W, Mark, Rob and that well known Elvis impersonator Aaron, collectively – Two Direction.


IMG_3471So they set off in the direction of Snowdon with Two Direction in tow. The weather brightened. Hooray! Then it got worse again. Boo! Which meant that at the summit, as has been the case on all of the peaks, there wasn’t much of a view. So we only have the obligatory shirt waving selfie. The occasion was marked, fittingly by Mark, with a celebratory bottle of Bathams.




And so to the descent where they encountered wildlife of the day – a mountain sheep.







And then – I’m afraid that then the inevitable happened. After one final selfie in slightly better weather, Two Direction split! Yes, Aaron (after a successful solo career) and Rob probably dissatisfied with the direction that Two Direction we’re going decided that they would be better off as a duo and legged it. Isn’t it always the way?


Ian, Matt A, Matt W and Mark decided to keep the group name as they posed for one last photo at the start of the Rhyd Ddu path (although it was their end) as a reminder of their day of glory before they too melted away into obscurity – well, after a quick pint anyway.


The Jogleress and Mini-Jogler bade Steve a hearty farewell, leaving him to Jogle alone back along the valley to Beddgelert, as the skies brightened, and to his digs for the night, looking forward to a well earned rest on Day 40.

Well done bro – it’s all downhill from here. 

If you’d like to find out Steve’s reasons for doing this and perhaps donate to his chosen charity, Macmillan Cancer Support, then visit his just giving page at

Stats of the day were:-

Mileage: 14.4   Total: 717.13

Steps: 35,334   Total: 1,460,438

Time taken: 8 hours 7 minutes and 8 seconds – but I’m guessing that some of that was in the pub! 


Footnote: Once she got back to civilisation, the Jogleress posted a picture of the group at the summit of Snowdon on Facebook (other social media platforms are available). Facebook’s facial recognition program tagged me, the Blogler, as being there. When I looked, the little white square thingy indicating that FB thought it was me, was actually around the fizzog* of the Jogler. Now I’m not denying that the Jogler is an exceedingly handsome chap, but this can only mean one of two things. Firstly, that Facebook assumes that I am seven years younger than I actually am or secondly, it thinks that Steve is seven years older – well he did have a hard paper round! 

*The Jogle Blogle accepts no responsibility for any Black Country terms which may accidentally have been used.

Jogle Blogle – Day 38

Jogle Blogle – Day 38

IMG_3395The Jogler and Jogleress stopped for a mirrored selfie as they left Betws-Y-Coed on Day 38 of the Jogle. No rain today for a pleasant change during this walk on the next leg of Steve’s traipse through the countryside from John O’Groats to Land’s End which was along relatively traffic free roads. This was the best picture they could get of Swallow Falls as they were unwilling to pay the £2.50 entrance fee. Entrance fee!? When did that happen. And who owns nature anyway! 

By the way – just a reminder that it is also Day 38 of the Blogle on this, National Writing Day @writeday


They nearly passed the Ugly House – a renovated tearoom come conservation, boulder built cottage owned by the Snowdonia Society – but they took a side road instead which led them past this stagecoach, a local landmark in Capel Curig belonging to the Tyn-Y-Coed Inn. The original coach was purchased by a former owner from the film company which produced Hitchcock’s, Jamaica Inn. In the 1980’s it was exchanged for the current Yorkshire Stagecoach which was then completely refurbished and painted in the livery of the Royal Mail. Why a stagecoach? The Inn stands on the A5 which was built by Thomas Telford to take, among other things,  Irish M.P.’s in style from Holyhead to London.


They stopped at The Caffi for a cream tea at elevenses before making their way past a nice little church and the National Outdoor Centre at Plas Y Brenin.


Wildlife of the day was a Golden Eagle, although it may have been a seagull.



IMG_3420IMG_3425Another selfie, this time blocking out the scenery at Llyn Gwynant before finding out that in this part of the world, cabbages are a protected species. 


Past the copper mine and into Beddgelert. Now I’m not going to regale you with tales which may or not be true of the hound named Gelert which was mistakenly killed after protecting its family, but instead as a purveyor of children’s stories will tell you that the writer and illustrator of the Rupert Bear tales, Alfred Bestall once lived here. Also the area around here has been the setting for many a film, including The Inn of the Sixth Happiness and Tomb Raider 2.



As you can see from the stats below, today’s mileage was relatively modest, but the Jogler has amassed some 200 miles in the last 8 days. Quite impressive for someone of his advancing years. And Snowdon awaits tomorrow, so join us on the Jogle Blogle then. Meanwhile, if you’d like to donate to Steve’s chosen charity Macmillan Cancer Support, the link to his just giving page is

Mileage: 18.1   Total: 702.73

Steps: 36,898    Total: 1,425,104

Time Taken: 6 hours 24 minutes and 38 seconds


Jogle Blogle – Day 37

Jogle Blogle – Day 37


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.



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.


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:



Jogle Blogle – Day 32

Jogle Blogle – Day 32


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 )

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.





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.’


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.


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.




fullsizeoutput_7fdfullsizeoutput_800Some deer! Wildlife of the day. That’s more like it bro.

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.



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.



IMG_3234As he wandered into Lancaster he passed The Sugarhouse which has fallen into disrepair since the Jogleressette finished drinking here in her university days, no doubt they’ll unveil a blue plaque once renovations are complete saying something like, RACHAEL ROBERTSON DRANK HERE.

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! 


Jogle Blogle – Day 29 & 30 – A special day indeed!

Jogle Blogle – Day 29 & 30 – A special day indeed!


Day 29 – Another mountain to climb. Topped up with antibiotics, joined by the Jogleress and Mini-Jogler (the Jogleressette had other plans in case you were wondering), Steve set out from his overnight stop at Chapel Stile.

IMG_3084IMG_3087They paused only for a cuppa and a sarnie at The Old Dungeon Ghyll while they waited for the rain to stop before the trio made their way relentlessly upward. Slowed by the pain the Jogler could only watch as his support crew walked off without him. 



In case you’re only just joining us (and if so, where have you been!?) perhaps I should explain that my brother Steve is walking from John O’Groats to Land’s End for Macmillan Cancer Support, See his just giving link here  Perhaps foolishly, and certainly not expecting to pick up a nasty leg infection he also decided to throw in the three peaks for good measure, this being the second – Scafell Pike at 3,210 feet the highest peak in England.


Steve was relieved to find that his wife and son had decided to wait for him at the summit rather than descend without him, and they posed for the obligatory photo with the sponsorship tee shirt, which hopefully he’ll one day get to wear if it stops bloody raining long enough!


And then the descent, the Jogler hobbled back down the way he had come (I thought we went through this the other day when they went up Ben Nevis, why on Earth didn’t they just… oh, never mind).


IMG_3118Wildlife pic of the day, past the family lamb hut and back to Chapel Stile and the pub. Really Steve? On antibiotics!?

Well, I suppose you have to celebrate a triple achievement. Another mountain climbed on the same day as 1 million steps taken and also on the same day as we all give a rousing chorus of, ‘Oh, I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more…’ Ah, one gets nostalgic!

Well done Steve and the crew.

Day 30 was a rest day. Phew, thank heavens for that!

Here are the stats for Day 29

Mileage: 16.9                  Total: 1,034,400

Steps:  42,724                  Total: 502.73

Time taken: 8 hours 54 minutes and 22 seconds

Time in pub: hours and hours