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50km March from Hell

Walking for charity still hurts a lot!

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Saturday, 6 June, 8.20am. It’s been tipping down with rain and is now just chilly, grey and dismal. And for some reason this is terrific good news!

For a start its not raining. Next thing it’s not boiling hot. Let’s face facts, when you have 10 hours or more of hard walking ahead of you rain or sun are not going to be your priority. So the 6 of us set off in naive jubilance thinking nothing of knocking out 50km in one day. Intrepid explorers on the go!IMG_0049.jpg

It took us 3 hours to get through the first 3 check points and that was with a wrong turn added in so things were looking quite reasonable for our 10 hour target. And then the blisters started to kick in. Debbie had already had a problem with her shoes and had changed them but the damage had been begun. Harry’s hips and feet had been tender since check point 2 but he was holding up. Matt, Aja and Martin were all apparently fine. So we all vas'ed up the soft tender pink bits of our feet, re-socked and headed out for check points 4, then the A4 and check point 5. Still naive but less jubilant.

Sometime around check point 3 the sun had come out but fortunately the walk took everyone through lovely tree lined paths and fields for much of the hottest part of the day. The 15 other teams were well spread out and while we did walk a lot of the course with the same 3 or so groups there were also many times where we very much felt that we were on our own.

The course went from good old fen style flat land (or there abouts) to much more hilly, undulating, horse fenced and cute village dotted vistas after the A14 and for a short while we all got a second wind as we felt we were so much closer to the finish line but after another 4 hours of walking the joys and jubilation had worn down to grit and determination to just keep going until it was all over. The team was awesome (quite literally - Team Awesome) and Martin turned out to be the b**tard love child of a sherpa and a mountain goat - carrying the injured’s backpacks, ducking back to collect the stragglers then zooming past us all to be in lead encouraging us on. Matt was the pace setter extraordinaire - keeping up a pretty consistent 16.5 mins/mile for almost the whole walk. Harry, Aja, Debbie and I just plugged along encouraging those behind and pushing those in front and taking turns leading or straggling.

Finally - 11 hours after starting (7.20pm) and after 9hours and 27 minutes of walking we struggled across the finish line at a pub in Burrough Green where we were clapped and cheered by both hale and hearty non-walkers and the limping survivors of the teams who had set off before us. It was a huge feeling of relief and there was a general agreement that we'd probably never volunteer to do that again but we had not only walked a total of 300km as a team but raised nearly £2500 for the Papworth Trust (if you want to donate see www.justgiving.com/nwbrown) and also got the grossest most hideous blood blisters and strains just to prove, at work on Monday, that we hadn't been kidding when we had harassed everyone for donations.IMG_0057.jpg

The Suffolk/Cambridgeshire countryside really is lovely. I don't remember much of it because I was either crazed with pain or just had my head down watching every step (turns out I can stub my toe on seemingly flat sealed tarmac at a moments in-attention) but the glimpses every dozen steps or so showed that we have some of the most lovely countryside to explore just down the road. I bet it would be lovely to explore on horse back...

Posted by TravelMc 08.06.2009 8:55 AM Archived in United Kingdom Comments (0)

Travels with parents

Sometimes funny, sometimes stressy but always enlightening (aka NO MORE ROONS!)

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Its been a couple of months since the actual adventure but I find myself getting busier and busier (a symptom of staying in one country too long perhaps) so its only now I come to write of the places we went the things we saw, the food we ate and the people we encountered.

On March 30th my mum and dad arrived for their much awaited third trip to the UK. This time my sister was pregnant and wee baby Johnson was due a week after they were expecting to get home so you can guess that their minds were perhaps a bit diverted.

Having done no more than book a weekend in Rome we were pretty much able to just write a list of places they wanted to see and plot a course. We started out over Easter travelling first to Great Yarmouth to show mum and dad a true British seaside resort town (and the seals near Horsey). We got to do lots of shopping for tack and ate fish and chips that were NOT good strolled the promenade and just soaked up this uniquely British tradition. Anton and I stay in a wicked cottage we hire through a friend of Anton’s mums and it was fantastic to be able to show mum and dad one of the places I've spoken about so much. It was also a chance to take Jack somewhere with us. As a huge dog he’s a little hard to take everywhere! But Great Yarmouth loves our dog and we can't walk more than 50 yards at a time without being stopped so people can pat him!

After a couple of days in Great Yarmouth we headed for Lowestoft as Dad wanted to see if he could buy some fresh fish there (turns out he couldn't) and then Thetford, which was a lovely little town last time we went but has gone to the dogs in the intervening months!

We had one night at home to do the necessary before we set out on our next little jaunt first going to Betws-y-coed in north Wales. My Grandmother went there on one of her trips here with my grandfather (this is going back to just before I was born so its been a while...). We stayed in a farm stay B&B (fabulous views) in a wee village called Clawddnewydd after spending about 1 hour in the actual town we had been to see (it was sooooooo busy you could hardly move). The next morning we set out from the B&B for Chester stopping on the way to see a bit of Ruthin and a random castle on the map. Once in Chester we took the tour of the city walls and shopped and ate and generally enjoyed the atmosphere (despite the chilly weather). A bustling place, it is fantastic to wander around the most complete old city walls in the UK passing old buildings and new apartments and walk around a bend or out past a tower and see beautiful landscaped grounds or the back gardens of old town houses or the magnificent high street or (best of all) these teeny little shops that just service the foot traffic on the walls. After exhausting ourselves seeing as much of this pretty city as we possibly could we headed north to Blackpool - everything that Chester is not!
The weather was grey, cold and dismal - all you can really expect from the first week in April. It was going to get fabulous though.
Blackpool is not a place you visit because you want some high brow culture and tasteful living. The hotel we stayed in was rubbish apart from the excellent breakfasts - absolutely grotty - but the cultural experience of visiting one of the UKs seaside gems was well worth it. We went to Bingo that evening for a laugh. Sat in a room that knows more about blue rinse and ciggies than you could write in an encyclopaedia, we got our heads around how the games all worked (something you MUST be able to get a degree in) and started having a go. I won £7.50 and still do not know how! That pretty much sums up the evening really.
The next day after a walk around and a wee visit to the donkeys on the beach we headed south again to ...brighter climes. Having booked into a BnB we have enjoyed in the past (Bridge Farm - highly recommend it!!) we were eager to be able to get to Cheshire and begin the green, lush northern experience (well - after Blackpool you would be!).
Bridge Farm has Jodrell bank on its back door (almost literally) and is just a stunning 15 century building with 19th century buttery added when the train line went through the area. Complete with fake window (thanks window tax) and low ceilings/beams/doors with honest to goodness latches rather than handles this place is a truly wicked experience. Set near to Holmes Chapel, Knutsford, Wilmslow and so on it was well placed for walks. We particularly enjoyed going around Aulderley Edge (if you happen to be reading Jane Austin when you get to this part of the world your appreciation of the books will double!). The hazy weather lifted considerably so we were able to actually see some of the views but it was short lived!
We spent an entire day at Tatton Park - wandering all over the park and seeing the white deer (real name??) and watching the model planes being flown around and just enjoying this most glorious of estates. we also got ourselves into the gardens and the house which was a terrific experience. Considering the number of ruins we would come across after this little excursion, when I look back now the experience of being at this immaculately preserved house was just brilliant. The gardens just go on and on with such a huge variety of style covered - Japanese, the Maze, Traditional, Bluebell wood etc etc. The topiary and the vege gardens were worth the time we spent just soaking up the size of the operation. To stand in the gardens and imagine this magnificent house at its peak, entertaining or just getting through each days requirements, is astounding. You almost wait for a maid or kitchen hand to come out to gather herbs and vege for the next meal. You can also imagine a swinging '20s lawn party when you stroll out in front of the house to enjoy the view across the park and can totally understand why the more recent members of the family were such adventurers!
Tatton park estate is so well preserved and maintained I'd recommend it as the only estate you'd need to see to get a really good idea of what it was to be upper class in the UK (and get a feel for the working classes in these houses).

After Tatton park we had Treantham gardens to go before heading back to our little flat land home in Cambs. We moved from Bridge Farm to a neat little dairy farm BnB south of Congleton. Farms - that’s dads idea. Its his way of being at home away from home! but it was fabulous and your hosts are just so good at it! The breakfasts are phenomenal, the rooms/houses are full of character and the people are very relaxed about guests in their homes.

Trentham Gardens is enormous and quite commercial. With lots of shops you can imagine what we did for the first hour or two! Shopping itch scratched (not the nicest metaphor - sorry) we then aimed for the Macaques enclosure which was wicked and I will pop some photos up here because they roam free and can actually get quite close. The whole enclosure is absolute huge and it took ages to walk around (that and you keep stopping to photograph macaques or watch them leap around the trees or see the little ones have fights over carrots) but was fab.
From the macaques we aimed for the sensory experience of a foot adventure - walking a course made up of all sorts of surfaces including cold water, mud, pine cones, hay and stones. You can imagine the squealing when we walked through mud up to our calves and the challenge of then not slipping over as we went across little streams and along smooth wooden planks... It was extremely good though it did take a while to wash the mud off!

And finally it was time to head back to Long St Anton and get back to the real world for a day or two before heading off on the next adventure... (come back and I'll tell you more)

Posted by TravelMc 18.07.2007 7:53 AM Archived in United Kingdom Comments (0)

29 is a successful number

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Post-soul searching period (pre 29th Birthday) I came to the conclusion, as I rode my beautiful motorbike to work along the misty roads in rural East Anglia, that I had successfully managed to stay alive for a heck of a long time. Life is good.
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Success is purely about your own perspective. Sometimes you just have to adjust your perspetive a little.

I seem to be in a rather unadventurous period. However, I have still managed a few adventures. I have been photographing things like I know what I am doing, have visited weird and wonderful villages all over the country, have plotted the 'monopoly mile' which I anticipate renaming to something more correct and I have found myself in the lucky position of doing a bit more acting. Its not hollywood or the bbc but its darn good stuff.

A few months ago I did a monologue as a part of the first annual Camfringe Festival. WriteOn is a group of writers, actors, directors who are all there to give the writers the chance to workshop pieces/have pieces read and performed/develop their own creative ability. Its great. The monologue I did was call Red Riding Hood by Anne French. About a young independent women and her confrontation with a middle-aged do-gooder who can't understand anyone walking 'without a dog'! I felt it was hilariously funny if a little twisted by the end. The director Matt really brought out the humour and (thankfully) I managed to get laughs by following script and direction as well as I could.

Its been many months since I last tread boards. Rowing takes up all the time I would normally have for rehearsal (fours head in Nov - watch out for updates). It was great to get the chance to do it all again.

I have another part in October to play with this group - I am an art teacher called Clare. The piece reads really well so it will be interesting to see what its like 'live'.

I do love acting.

Also - sad of sad news - our rooster, Barney, has disappeared. If you see him send him home. He has two chickens he needs to be keeping an eye on! :-)

Other than that I feel like I am doing much of the same stuff. Its still a case of constant wonderment to travel around some of the places I see regularly. After nearly 5 years here I still get a tingle when I see a 'truly English' setting. I have heard of yet more places to see and itch to get the bike out for a really good long tour. If I'm honest I'm too chicken to do it yet but I'm sure I will get there.

I'm hopeful that the wondermen lasts a lifetime. Its a beautiful world!

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A General Entry of thoughts

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It is now September. I keep getting asked if this birthday is 'the big one'. I'm not sure I find this complimentary but I take a lot of delight in being able to deny it. Its my 29th actually, thank you very much.

I like birthdays. The only bad one so far was 25 when I had a mini flid about being 25 and having achieved nothing in particular. Then I realised I was on the other side of the world, I'd seen more of the world than a lot of my friends and I'd met some of the most brilliant people - basically I got over my flid pretty quickly. When you have Rome in yoru basket of memories and the opportunity to visit it lots more what can possibly bring you down? Turning 29 apparently can!

So I guess I've started a bit of a soul search. I've questioned myself quite a lot lately. I have a few goals but not the single-minded drive about achieving them just yet. I really must change this. (see what I mean?!)

Oh - I have also had a pre-midlife crisis.
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But I believe I have mentioned this previously. As an update we are getting along nicely though today I seem to have decided to drive like an idiot. Thats stopping right now.

I think I am in need of a goal. I like plans, making them, working on them then seeing them come to fruition. I like having something to focus on.

Perhaps 2 weeks off rowing has finally gotten to me?

If you have any thoughts on what I can get up to let me know. All (tasteful) suggestions considered!

Ciao - Travelling Mc.

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Bumps

Like tetrus but with rowers!

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Cambridge university has two annual races known as 'The Bumps'. The main ones are the May Bumps or 'The Mays' (you may bump in May - you may not!)

For decades, many rowers from the university have stayed in the area and continued to row at the town clubs and - as you'd expect - they wanted to have all the excitement of Bumps even if they weren't at college anymore. And so Town Bumps were born.

Occurring in July (after the University year has finished) the Town Bumps involves all the town clubs and a few from out of town racing over four evenings - Tuesday to Friday. They kick off from Baits Bite lock and head up stream towards the railway bridge (you can find maps of the Cam on line if you want to see what I mean).

There are 2 divisions for women and 3 for men (to accommodate the number of boats entered). You have up to 20 or so boats in a division. Each boat in a division has a specific start point along the edge of the river - one behind the other - so that the entire division races at once - each boat chasing the boat in front and trying not to be caught by the boat behind. When you have overlap or your boat or oars (blades) touch that is a bump and the cox of the boat that has been bumped must acknowledge this by raising their hand. Then you get down to all sorts of technical details that you can find online if you are interested but I wont cover them here.

Once you have bumped the boat in front/been bumped you both pull over to the edge of the river and allow all the other boats still racing to get by you. If you don't bump or get bumped you must row right to the finish of the course - called a 'row over'.

Then the next day you do it all again. The only difference beign where you start and who you are chasing. Bumped boats swap starting place with the boats the bumped them, row overs stay the same.

If you bump the boat ahead on each of the four nights you get 'blades'. If you get bumped on each of the fourn nights you get 'spoons' (blade and spoon being words used to talk about the oar you row with).

Right explanation over - now onto the all important information:
!!!!!My boat got Blades!!!!!
We bumped within 50 strokes on each night and managed to earn our blades in less than 150 strokes overall! We didn't even make it to the first corner of the course before we had bumped.

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This is my crew heading for the bump (only a stroke or two away) versus Simoco on the second night. I'm in the bow seat at the front of the boat and am the first person to feel any impact - the action seat. It was brilliant if darn scary the first couple of times. Brilliant because you can see what is going on and you can hear the other boat and you know straight away when the bump has happened. Scary because you are the first thing that will get hit by the other boat or rowers oars if things go wrong or they wont concede and you have to row through them (what happened on the first night).

Once you have bumped you then get willow branches and leaves to put in your hair and down the back of your one-piece so the people watching the racing can see you have bumped. Then they clap and cheer as you go past which is awesome!

Then there is the party on the final night ... but thats a story for another time.

C.

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