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.


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.






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.






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










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.











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

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


Jogle Blogle – Day 54 – A Grand Day Out

Jogle Blogle – Day 54 – A Grand Day Out

Come on then – let’s hear it for the boy! Sing out loud and proud – ‘Oh, I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more, just to be the Jogler who walked 1000 miles from John O’Groats to Land’s End…

What? No, you’re right actually, it doesn’t rhyme does it? Never mind it’s the thought that counts. 

Yes, today’s the day folks. On this momentous occasion, Day 54 of the Jogle, the Jogler on his charity walk has broken through the 1000 mile barrier. Not only that, he’s just passed the 2,000,000 step mark as well!

Job’s a gud ‘un, as they say in these parts! (Let Google translate sort that out!)

Yes, well done Steve – magnificent effort. And there’s still the small matter of a couple of hundred miles still to go! I know, I know. I’m knackered just thinking about it!

And if that inspires you to donate to his ‘just giving’ page for Macmillan Cancer Support, the link is  We’re trying to get to £10,000 folks and we’re coming up a bit short at the moment.

But – hold on, we haven’t quite reached that landmark yet. Let’s set out from Lynmouth, down through the Valley of Rocks and out by the cricket ground.

As well as sunny the day is going to be very picturesque.


Along the toll road and into Woody Bay, a Victorian resort, long gone and now part of the National Trust 4000 acres around these parts.





Churches again – this one at Martinhoe and spot of the day which got the Jogler salivating – a Bowler Land Rover, at least 50k’s worth and, according to my brother it goes like poo off a spade – well something like that anyway.



Wildlife of the day was a Peacock at Hunters Inn.





On through the well kept village of Berrynarbor and tea in Ilfracombe.





Remember we saw one of these markers back in Machynlleth? That’s right, glad you’ve been paying attention, they mark the National Cycle Path.







And finally into the overnight stop and that landmark mileage target at Woolacombe. Yes, I’m exhausted too. Must have been all those hills.




Cheers Steve, you deserve it bro.





And so to those stats, with the all important totals:-

Mileage: 22.5     Total: 1000.8

Steps: 47,633      Total: 2,029,728 

Time taken: 8 hours 36 minutes and 28 seconds


Jogle Blogle – Day 46

Jogle Blogle – Day 46

On Day 46 of his Jogle from John O’Groats to Land’s End the Jogler once more strode purposefully forth in new boots and with protesting corns (I have been asked not to take the mick out of his latest affliction, but I ask you – would I do anything that corny? Ha! Gettit? Corns – corny , you’ve got to smile haven’t you?)




Anyway,where were we, oh yes, he left Hay on Wye after breakfast (cornflakes perhaps?) he passed this old alms house and paused to take a picture. Then up onto the moorlands so more scenic shots. Shame really, I was hoping for corn fields.



What’s all the excitement up here? Over there look, a trainee para-glider. What’s that? No me neither. You wouldn’t catch me dangling underneath a badly erected tent held up by bits of string and then jumping off a mountain, thank you very much!

Let’s have a look around, see where we are. Over there is the wildlife of the day, more wild ponies and just across the way is old Lord Herefords unmentionable again. It seems we’re getting closer to it.






The Jogler has been criss crossing the Offas Dyke pathway for a good few days now, so it’s no surprise that we should come across it again here.




And then, all of a sudden there it is. Lord Herefords Knob in all its glory, that’s it there on the left hand side. No, I know, it’s not quite what I was expecting either, somehow I was hoping for something more in the realms of a ‘That’s Life,’ naughty vegetable shape, but obviously not. Apparently the hill in the background is Pen Y Fan, but we won’t even go there.



And then, delight to the Joglers eyes. Eleven miles of bendy roads with the possibility of a surprise around every corner, and even better – it’s downhill.








And so on the way down to his next stop at Abergavenny, Steve indulged his latest obsession – churches. There’s a small on at Capel-Y-Ffin. A ruined  priory which has, in my humble opinion, been put to far better use.

fullsizeoutput_85dAnd this one at Cwmyoy. St. Martin’s is renowned for its leaning spire and the fact that there is not a corner in the place which is square. This is due to shifts in the floor of the glacial valley. On the skyline above the crooked church is a gash in the mountainside which local legend has it was caused by a massive landslide at the time of the crucifixion of Christ.

Anyway, enough of churches, I’ll try to have a word, see if he can focus his camera on something else for a change. Flora and fauna for instance. Cornflowers perhaps? Hey – hey, see what I did there? CORNflowers. He told me not to mention them. Oh, dear me – I don’t know how I think them up. I wonder what he’ll ask me not to mention tomorrow?

But – if you’d like to cheer him up, take his mind off his corns (oh sorry, did I mention them again) his just giving page in aid of Macmillan Cancer Support is

Stats of the day 

Mileage: 22.1

Steps: 44,553

Time taken: 8 hours 9 minutes and 48 seconds

I know, I know – I’m trying to sort the totals out, o.k? In the meantime, here’s a nice map.


Jogle Blogle – ‘Blogle HQ control, we have a problem.’

At 9:32a.m. on Saturday 29th June 2019 the following distress signal was received at Blogle H.Q.

Blogle HQ control we have a problem STOP Jogler sub-support system experiencing chronic fatigue STOP Catastrophic repeat CATASTROPHIC failure imminent STOP Emergency re-supply requested OUT

Our hearts were heavy and our eyes were moist as, not for the first time on this mission, we prepared ourselves for the worst. Would Steve’s walk from John O’Groats to Land’s End have to be abandoned?

Immediately we back at Blogle HQ began poring over the technical manuals to identify a) the problem, and b) the answer.

Also it was imperative to locate the position of the Mini-Jogler to establish as to whether a successful re-supply mission could be attempted, if and when a feasible solution was found.

Fortunately the problem was found to be immediately apparent. Not only that but the cause was quickly identified.

From in depth analysis it was determined that the Joglers sub-support system was indeed compromised and that any, all, or a combination of the following conditions had led to this vital component of the Jogle becoming at risk of sudden collapse:-

1/ The Jogler had eaten far too much custard and cake on his journey, causing him to gain weight as opposed to losing it.


2/ The Jogler had consumed too much ale, with the same consequence as (1) above.

3/ The Jogler had consumed too much custard AND too much ale, leading to failure as described in (1) above. High level discussions determined that this combined with (4) & (5) below were by far the most likely scenario.

4/ The unfortunate decision to include the 3 peaks on the Joglers charity walk from John O’Groats to Land’s End had led to a serious miscalculation regarding the durability and life expectancy of the Joglers sub-support system.

5/ The Joglers ridiculous decision (as highlighted by the Blogler on many occasions) to climb each peak and then return in the same direction, rather than carrying on over the top and down the other side, had increased the mileage to be covered by such an extent that the Joglers sub-support system was simply doomed to failure. Perhaps at this point I should simply say, I told you so! And who has to sort it out for him? Exactly, little old moi!

The answer was blindingly obvious. The Jogler needed new footwear – immediately!

Fortunately within minutes the Mini-Jogler (by now back at Jogle base camp, here in the Black Country) had also responded to the distress call and had contacted an ancient but noble sect of shoe makers to commission another pair. And that load of old cobblers would not let us down. Immediately they began crafting footwear of the finest quality products from this region. The uppers were made from the finest cut glass lead crystal (toughened of course) proving once and for all that the glass slippers of Cinderella were no myth. Laces were wrought from the very same iron which created the chains which held the Titanic anchor. The tongues were each lovingly carved from a single scratching upon the virtuous thigh of a Black Country maiden from a mould previously made of the Jogler’s foot. The soles were forged from nails to prove that a proper mon from these parts can walk on anything. The left hand side was inscribed with the letter ‘L’ to ensure that the Jogler did not become confused whilst the Jogler sub-support system was being installed. And of course there was the corresponding ‘R’ sole.

The difficulty now became exactly how to carry out the re-supply mission. Communication with the Jogler was sparse to say the least, but he was believed to be somewhere in Mid-Walles, accompanied by the Jogleress.

It quickly became apparent that the Mini-Jogler was in no fit state to carry out the mission as he had yet to recover from his exertions in climbing Snowdon a few days previously.

Contact had been lost with the Jogleressette, who was missing, presumed abducted by aliens (or dragged off by the Baggies at the very least).

If you recall, in the previous emergency, when the Jogler had to be topped up with wi-fi, see

the ‘Crippled Duck’ had been deployed. Contact was made with the Blogler’s Mate, but unfortunately due to extreme wi-if exposure that proud craft had had to be buried beneath a lake of grey peas ‘n bacon. We salute you noble vessel and thank you for your gallant efforts!

It was decided that a stealth mission should be launched. It is well known that the Wellsh llanguage is so dangerous that the ‘Ll’s’ and ‘Ff’s’have to travel around in pairs to avoid being mugged by random lone ‘Y’s’ which are reported to be very vicious.

To that end, the Bllogller’s Lland Rover is being readied, a bllack Ffreellander modell, to hopeffulllly avoid detection. 

As the Jogller and Joglleress’s  position is not preciselly known, the Bllogllers hounds, Bllue and Milllly, are being readied to ffollllow the scent.

Allso, in anticipation of the Blloger becoming incapacitated by llack off ffood, the Bllogllers Wiffe is also being prepared ffor the mission.

Updates willll (sorry- I’llll just switch scramblle code mode to offff) There’s better, isn’t it, look you! As I was saying, updates will follow but they may seriously compromise and delay future Blogle transmissions. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible. Lush!

FOOTNOTE: (Footnote! Dear oh dear, I have to smile myself sometimes!)



As witnessed by the Jogler himself whilst in darkest Scotland when he was passed by the 4:20 Virgin to Inverness, part of the account above has been found to be erroneous. Due to a distinct scarcity of Black Country maidens, the tongues of his shoes have had to be made from man made polymers and therefore the longevity of this replacement pair cannot be guaranteed!




If you cracked so much as a smile during this Emergency Blogle, then feel free to contribute to Steve’s just giving page for Macmillan Cancer Support at

After all, you’d pay good money for this if David Walliams had written it!

If you failed to even titter, then this post was written by, David Walliams.

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 ) 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.





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


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.


IMG_3258IMG_3262IMG_3264More trucks as he crossed the M6. Where are we now Steve? Oh – Charnock Richard is it? Ah yes, there’s a view that I’m more familiar with.




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





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.





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.





Jogle Blogle – Day 27

Jogle Blogle – Day 27

IMG_2952Before we start with today’s Blogle I’d just like to let you all know that Steve is o.k. & is on antibiotics for the infection in his leg. I’ll let you in on the inside track of that little adventure tomorrow. Thanks for all your messages of support – I shall pass them on as soon as he settles down for long enough! Anyway – on with the Jogle Blogle:

Leaving Annie’s, Newby Cross (thanks to Anne & Peter for the donation to Macmillan Cancer Support) Steve set off for Bassenthwaite in the Lake District, some 20 miles away, on Day 27 of the latest leg of his journey from John O’Groats to Land’s End, some 20 miles away. Once more the weather was miserable and the pain in the Joglers leg was getting worse, but at this stage he didn’t know that it was an infection rather than a muscle strain.

IMG_2967Not sure that Whelpo needed a sign, or even a name – no matter how daft – for that matter.



He stopped on the seat surrounding this flagpole to top up on painkillers but not to much effect.





IMG_2963Now in The Lake District officially he became very philosophical and decided that it was perfectly o.k., for the weather to be as bad as it was – after all it’s supposed to be like that.







And so making the best of a bad job and no doubt delirious with pain, he went to town snapping all the wild life he came across.



It appears that folk in this part of the world can’t tell a sheep from a cow!





Unfortunately there was no red squirrel sighting and he eventually staggered into his digs for the night, completely unaware that the following day would see him making a detour to the local A & E department. Don’t forget to look in on the Blogle tomorrow for the dramatic outcome to that consultation! 



Stats for the day were:

Miles: 19.9        Total:  462.43

Steps: 40,128                 Total: 945,948

Time taken: 6 hours 42 minutes and 44 seconds

And if you’d like to donate to the Joglers just giving page, the link is


Jogle Blogle – Day 19

‘Driech.’ It’s a Scottish word meaning wet, cold and gloomy. Appropriate then for the Jogle as it sums up most of the journey from John O’Groats so far. And Day 19 was to be no different as our Jogler and Jogleress set out from Inversnaid to the poorly named Drymen. 

IMG_2469From their overnight stop at Garrison’s farm they chose this as their wildlife pic of the day. One can only hope that Steve’s options improve on his trek down south to Land’s End. If you’d like to donate to this charity walk for Macmillan Cancer Support here is the link to his ‘just giving’ page

IMG_2481IMG_2482They are now well and truly on The Great Trossachs Path (no, no, we did the ‘getting caught by the Trossachs joke the other day, remember?) alongside Loch Lomond and heading out toward Ben Lomond. The Ben is the most southerly of the Scottish Munro’s and therefore very popular due to its proximity to Glasgow.

In case you’re wondering a Munro is a Scottish mountain, or Ben, over 3000ft tall. There are 282 in total named after the chap who catalogued them all in 1891, Sir Hugh T Munro. Some people (including the Jogler and Jogleress who have clocked up an impressive 85 peaks to date) try to climb as many as possible. The record for doing all of them is an impressive 39 days 9 hours and 6 minutes by some lunatic called Stephen Pyke in 2010. The highest of course is Ben Nevis which our intrepid pair scaled on Day 13. The Gaelic name for Ben Lomond – Benin Laomainn, which they are just passing by, means ‘Beacon mountain.’



To escape a total ‘drieching,’ they stopped off at a coffee shop in Balmaha with unusual door handles and an unusual choice of reading material.




Eventually they trudged wearily in to Drymen, anything but and thankfully but soggily into their digs for-the night.

Stats for the day were as follows:

Mileage: 20      Total: 305.33

Steps: 41,312    Total: 636,292

Time taken 7 hours 50 minutes and 3 seconds



Jogle Blogle – Day 14

IMG_1655And so, exhausted from their previous days yomp up and down Ben Nevis our Jogler and Jogleress are having a rest day. I dare say they’ll be in the pub again.






The rest of the gang, the Mini-Jogler, The Jogleressette and the Jogleressette’sfella should by now be heading back south and I dare say we’ll be catching up again later, probably around Scafell Pike in a few weeks time.

So we have time to review yesterday’s little jaunt. And, far be it for me to criticise, but I think that the Jogler missed a trick there. Oh, you’ve spotted it too, eh? Well it was blindingly obvious I suppose, I don’t know what he was thinking! 


I mean, if you’re going to walk from John O’Groats to Land’s End the shortest route is as the crow flies surely? If you then throw in the 3 peaks admittedly your route traced on the map is going to look like a drunken spider with its feet dipped in ink has staggered down the country. But shortest is still best isn’t it? If not quite as the crow flies. So why on Earth did my brother and his entourage march to the top of a mountain and then back down the same route? It makes no sense. When you got to the top bro you should have kept going down the other side. Now him and Sue have got to walk around the base of the bloody thing just to get to where they could have been yesterday! I knew I should have planned this out for him.

Obviously there are no stats for today, except to say that the Jogler has raised £5,845 the last time I checked. If you’d like to contribute the link to his just giving page fo Macmillan Cancer Support is here and let’s see if we can get him to his target of £10,000 minimum.

In the meantime his planned route down from Scotland into England is here, in case you’d like to pop along and wave flags and point out the shortest route from his A to B.

Day 15 (June 1st) Fort William to Kinlochleven

Day 16 (June 2nd) Kinlochleven to Inveraray

Day 17 (June 3rd) Inveraray to Crainlarich

Day 18 (June 4th) Crainlarich to Inversnain

Day 19 (June 5th) Inversnaid to Drymen

Day 20 (June 6th)  Drymen to Glasgow

Day 21 (June 7th) Rest Day – and goodbye to the Jogleress for a few days.

Day 22 (June 8th) Glasgow to Strathhaven

Day 23 (June 9th) Strathaven to Abington

Day 24 (June 10th) Abington to Moffat

Day 25 (June 11th) Moffat to Kirtlebridge

Day 26 (June 12th) The day he crosses the border, Kirtlebridge to Carlisle

Join us tomorrow for another Jogle Blogle – and let’s hope that the Jogler is up to something interesting!

Jogle Blogle – Day 7

IMG_1572Wow! Not only is the Jogler breaking through all sorts of barriers, 1 week in, over 100 miles and 100,000 steps walked, but now the Blogle is getting in on the act too. We started Day 1 with a meagre 16 views. Yesterday on Day 6 we attracted over 100 views on the blog site, that’s not counting all the interactions on Facebook and Twitter. Keep up the good work sharing, retweeting and generally spreading the word you wonderful people, my brother Steve is doing this for a great charity after all – check out his reasons for walking from John O’Groats to Land’s End along with the 3 peaks thrown in for good measure on his just giving page at

All proceeds are going to Macmillan Cancer Support and a big thank you from the Jogler for your support so far. I’ll let you know how far he’s got toward his £10,000 target at the end of this Blogle chronicling his Day 7 stage from Evanton to Inverness.

Now this should be interesting, the only thing I know about Inverness is that four and twenty previously chaste young ladies once returned from there with their reputations tarnished. Well something along those lines anyway, if the song is to be believed.

IMG_1605So, setting out from Evanton our Jogler continued along the lesser known trails he’d discovered the day before. Ominously there were warnings of ice once more, but none encountered – lucky that as our brave walker had left his crampons at home.

IMG_1608Eventually though the inevitable happened and as Steve traversed an unmanned level crossing he found himself once more on the dreaded A9. 

IMG_1617Eventually the road crossed the Cromarty Firth, via the aptly named Cromarty Bridge. What a strange coincidence they should both be in the same location. Mindful of the ice warning, Steve was keeping a keen eye out for penguins, but only managed to spot this solitary heron. That’s the wildlife done for today then.


fullsizeoutput_790IMG_1628The Jogler now found himself on the ominously named Black Isle, but contrary to expectations found a warm welcome at the local Spar in Culbokie where we give a shout out to the kindly serving ladies who allowed our elite athlete to sit and devour his mars bar and orange lucozade (disclaimer – other confectionery and energy drinks are available) in the chair in the corner reserved for collapsing old folk. What!? No, I never said a word, but I know what you’re thinking. You lot can be so cruel sometimes!

IMG_1636And so on to the highlight of the days adventure. As mentioned yesterday, as part of a covert operation, Steve’s wife Sue, a trained medical professional was dropped in to meet up with our Jogler in a secret rendezvous earlier in the day. Pausing only to bury her parachute beside a convenient haggis nest, our ‘Jogleress’ made her way to the meeting point and duly stuffed her face with a cheese and onion cob. Nothing untoward there you may think, but she was in fact attempting to use the onion smell to mask her unenviable task in examining Bertie Blister. She needs a citation in my opinion, her husband has now been walking for a week and she was only just about to re-supply the Hobbler, sorry Jogler, with a change of socks!

IMG_1655After a thorough assessment, Bertie was pronounced ‘not too bad,’ and the pair set out, past the Black Isle brewery (Steve does appear to have become quite addicted to their produce, perhaps in attempt to mask the undoubted pain in his foot). Over the Kessock Bridge, Steve – as he did on Day One – failed to spot any of the dolphins which are supposed to frequent these waters. Perhaps the Whale and Dolphin Society of Scotland should revoke his honorary membership.


IMG_1649They passed the home of Inverness Caledonian Thistle, took a wrong turn and bumped into Cromwell’s clock tower, restored and all that remains of Ollie’s citadel which was demolished at the start of the Restoration of the monarchy. (Not only do you get geography and nature here folks, we also give you history!)



IMG_1663At this point Steve bid a thankful farewell to the A9, on Day 7 he and his travelling nurse set out along the Great Glen Way.

It’ll be Scottish Cup Final day, between Celtic and Hearts at Hampden Park, so keep your heads down on Saturday night guys, the natives will be very boisterous whichever way it goes!



IMG_1653IMG_1657IMG_1658And so we leave you, dear reader, with a few random views of Inverness and the days statistics:

Mileage 18.4 so now a total of 113.13. He walked for 5 hours 34 minutes and 20 seconds and get this – did 38,658 steps, the total will be given tomorrow once the figures have been confirmed by a team of specialists, convened especially for this event.

Now then, it has been pointed out – first from the Jogler, but I thought he was joking, and then by Jogle Blogle follower, Andy Barr that the step count total may be incorrect. Therefore I have sent my abacus away to be recalibrated and hopefully normal service will be resumed tomorrow.

Oh yes – at the time of writing Steve has raised a staggering £5605 which is 56% of his £10,000 minimum target. Thank you all so much from the Jogler, the Jogleress and the Blogler. Keep up the good work spreading the word.

STOP PRESS: News has reached me that a part of Bertie has become detached and may require surgery (Gruesome I know, but you loyal readers deserve the truth, no fake news here – well, not much anyway). Unfortunately at the time of receiving this news the Jogleress, no doubt exhausted by her epic journey north – it was probably paddling her RIB up the Cromarty Firth with her oars muffled that did it – and is herself in no fit condition to take remedial action. I’ll keep you all posted on this alarming development tomorrow. Over and out!