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!)


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.





‘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


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.



Mileage: 25.9    Total: 1186.1

Steps: 48,084     Total: 2,435,224

Time taken: 8 hours 14 minutes


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 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.


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

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



Jogle Blogle – Day 55

Jogle Blogle – Day 55

Apologies – I missed posting the Blogle yesterday due to the small matter of a cricket match and the celebrations afterward. Pardon? No – England won. Didn’t you watch it until the end, Steve? Tut, tut! That’ll learn ya. Besides what does it matter? I know from the stats that most of you lot don’t read the Blogle on a weekend anyway – you need to get your priorities right. Too much time on your hands if you ask me!

So, anyway – a few easy days coming up for the Jogler and Jogleress before they launch themselves in earnest to Land’s End. It’s been quite a journey so far from John O’Groats as my brother continues his charity walk for Macmillan Cancer Support.

They had overnighted at the Marine Guest house in Woolacombe and very kindly, Andy and Jo there promised to sponsor Steve on his just giving page at  provided of course that he finishes.


I think Sue was contemplating surfing the rest of the way, but the Jogler talked some sense into her and they eventually, on Day 55, continued on foot once more along the South West Coastal Path, which goes some way to explaining the scenic photos.





IMG_4317Past the golf club at Saunton, who are pretty fussy about who they let into their exclusive club. Members and golfers only apparently.


Another sign. The duo opted for a cup of tea rather than take a chance that there may actually be grizzly bears as the sign suggested.



And then they cut inland to Braunton for lunch with a couple of friends from the local area. Thanks to the Andy’s from JPM Financial Services who charitably stumped up for lunch to fuel the Jogler and Jogleress on their journey.




IMG_4326Carrying on, perhaps slightly wobbly as a result of the liquid consumed in the pub, they decided to push the boundaries of officialdom by taking piccies perilously close to one of H.M.’s security establishments. Thanks to Sgt. Benson for allowing some of the lads from his platoon for posing with the Jogleress. That’s Phil S, Phil W, Johno, Larry, Tim and Gary. Congratulations boys, it looks like the camouflage training is going well – except for you, Larry. I though disguising yourself as a Keep Out sign was a touch too obvious, a bit of a novices mistake if you don’t mind me saying!



Decisions, decisions, the Tarka trail or the coastal path. Disappointingly they chose the latter, so we’re unlikely to see any otters then! Instead, wildlife of the day, for those of you who can squint well enough, the Jogler assures me that this is a Curlew on the estuary of the River Taw.


And finally they passed under the bridge at Barnstable to yet another overnight stop.


Apologies to Larry – it turns out that that was in fact a real ‘Keep Out’ sign. Unfortunately Larry had been confined to barracks with an advisory medical leaflet, some wire wool, a scrubbing brush and a jumbo bottle of disinfectant, after contacting a rather exotic disease following last weeks shore leave in Abu Dhabi. Get well soon, Larry – I hope it doesn’t smart too much!

The stats of the day

Mileage: 14.7   Total: 1,015.5

Steps: 29,319    Total: 2,059,047

Time taken: 5 hours 15 minutes and 7 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 53

Jogle Blogle – Day 53

IMG_4215Now then dear reader, those of you who have been with us since the start may recall that my brother, Steve, has not been doing things the easy way on his charity walk from John O’Groats to Land’s End. Why go from A to B when you can throw all the other letters of the alphabet into the mix right the way up to Z, and then include some that haven’t been invented yet just for good measure. So he did the 3 peaks on the way down. He’s taken the high road when those of a saner disposition would in all likelihood have taken the low road. And now we’ve come to one of those crossroads again. Faced with the prospect of travelling as the crow flies to his ultimate destination, the Jogler has chosen instead to take the longest route possible along the South West Coastal Path. He’s almost 1,000 miles into his journey (which could have been completed in 872 miles if he had taken the most direct course) and he’s now throwing a few more – in my humble opinion – totally unnecessary miles into the pot.

Not only that but this is a hike with hills.

Bloody big ones!

Will he never learn?

If you would like to donate to the cause which is Macmillan Cancer Support, Steve’s ‘just giving’ page link is

fullsizeoutput_86dAnyway he’s off again, dragging the Jogleress along with him as he sets out from Minehead on Day 53 of his journey to the next scheduled overnight stop at Lynton. Perhaps surprisingly, given my comments above, he chose in this instance not to take the ‘rugged coastal path’ but chose instead to take the simpler route. After all it only had a 5680 foot climb in it! I wonder where the path led that’s been broken off the signpost? The Old Rugged Cross perhaps?



The Exmoor ponies paid them not a lot of interest as they strode past, perhaps aware that they were not in fact wildlife of the day. That accolade went to this fellow who tried to help himself to their lunch when they stopped in Porlock.





They passed a memorial to a Liberator crew lost on Porlock beach during the war and then found out that walkers were not welcomed on the toll road at Porlock Weir, so the Jogleress opted for a quick sit down instead.



Culbone church gave Steve the opportunity to take a few more ecclesiastical snaps and then his reasons for choosing this path became apparent – scenery or what? And of course blue sky always helps.

They finished off walking down a steep hill to Lynmouth – Oh, wait a minute – and then up an even steeper one to Lynton.

Perhaps standing outside the local church was not the best place for the Jogleress to declare that, ‘I’m blowing out of my a**e here!’ Tsk!

Stats are as follows –

Mileage: 21.0

Steps: 46,116

Time taken: 8 hours 26 minutes and 42 seconds

Now I promise that the totals will be back tomorrow – so join us on Day 54 for what could possibly be a groundbreaking milestone on this adventure.


Jogle Blogle – Day 51

Jogle Blogle – Day 51



Day 51 of the Jogle was going to be another twenty plus mile march, so the Jogler ate a hearty breakfast while the Jogleress chomped on a sausage sarnie. 

Pausing only to let the local joyriders have their fun (‘Gigantic’ was a military machine from the WWI era) they left Uphill via the old Lime kiln, past the marina and through the local nature reserve.

Soon they came across The Great Bird Screen Of Brean – not unlike The Great Wall Of China I thought, before they dropped down onto the beach and headed out toward Burnham On Sea.




One of the more pleasurable walks along the sand to the wooden lighthouse. Across the bay stood Hinckley Point, the second nuclear power station of the trip.













Wildlife of the day – a jellyfish! Really Steve, is that the best you can do!? After the deer of yesterday I was expecting so much more. A Great White Shark perhaps. Or a Polar Bear.






Pause for a selfie on the beach. I must say guys that you look as though you’re both enjoying yourselves far too much! 

Back to snapping wonky churches and then to one of the Joglers pet hates – civilisation. Never mind you’ll both soon be on the coastal walk. And a least the sun is shining.



If all that puts you in mind of donating to Macmillan Cancer Support then Steve’s ‘just giving’ link is

Stats for the day,

Miles: 20.5

Steps: 41,611

Time Taken:  hours 3 minutes and 42 seconds.

Yes, I know, I know! The totals will be back tomorrow, o.k?


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 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.