It's more than a year on from what I thought would be my final entry on this website, but there is still more to report. First a bit of bad news. My younger brother Paul (see DONATE, My Charities and DIARY & PICS, 30 Sept. '09) finally succumbed to lymphoma near the end of last year. He was a musician, amongst other things, and shortly before he died he suggested that I sell off some of his music gear to raise further money for the charity fund. He was keen that the target figure of £10,000 be reached, so that is just what I have done. Interestingly, quite a bit of the gear was bought by musicians Trev and Trev (see THANKS TO).…

A good bit of news is that our somewhat depleted family ranks are being replenished. Isaac (see PLANS & REALITY, Dedication), who is now 2 years old, recently gained a little sister, Susanna.

What am I doing now? Well working a little, but not too much. The company that dispensed with my services shortly before I commenced my charity walk (see DIARY & PICS, 9 Apr. '09) re-hired me on a 5-year contract that provides me with just enough income to keep me going. My faith that honour and compassion does exist in business was not misplaced! The arrangement suits me rather well because I am left with lots of time when I am not working, and therefore lots of time for walking the hills. Last October I accompanied friend Jim on the well-known 192 mile Wainwright Coast to Coast Walk. This year saw a repeat of the 62.5 mile White Horse Walk in May, raising over £2,000 for Macmillan Cancer Support, and in June I spent time walking in Shropshire with friends I met on the Coast to Coast Walk. Last month included a week in the Austrian Alps and it's off to Eire later this month and Scotland next. You wouldn't expect me to be doing anything else, would you?

…but only to my diary entries on this website. It was just over a year ago that I set off from Southampton on my JOGLE venture. I have benefited greatly from it; not just from the experiences of the walk itself, which I hope I have already conveyed, but also from the kind messages received through my website.

I have been pleased to accept many invitations to talk to local groups about my adventure, resulting in further significant donations to the charities. Preparation for such talks has been a sizeable task in itself. I took over 1,600 pictures and spent many hours filtering these down into a manageable number. How does one possibly condense 3 months of walking into 45 minutes? Anyone wishing to book me for a talk can do so using the CONTACT ME tab.

The final amount collected for the charities is £8,312. The addition of Gift-Aid will raise the figure to around £9,000. Whilst short of my £10,000 target, the amount collected is still substantial and I thank all those who have donated so generously.

In addition to this, the White Horse Walk referred to in my last diary entry was a great success. Nearly 40 people took part in the event, 8 of them walking the full 100km route. The princely sum of £4,902 was raised for Macmillan Cancer Support, greatly exceeding my £3,000 target. I have agreed to organise a repeat of the event next year so, once again, feel free to CONTACT ME if you are thinking of participating.

The past year has been hard work, but exceedingly rewarding. However, the best reward of all was the recent birth of my second Grandchild, Oliver, to son David and his partner Lisa. Added to this, first Grandchild Isaac, to whom this site was co-dedicated (along with my Dad, Phil), is now walking!!! Perhaps his rapid progress was aided by having my diary read to him? As some of the attached photos show, I have been keeping up the practice myself.

A final thank you to all those who have shown interest in my adventure and this diary. If it has inspired you to undertake something similar then I would be delighted to hear about it.

With paid employment continuing to elude me, I have focussed my mind on other things and kept myself as busy as ever. At the end of January son David and I spent two days trekking the Brecon Beacons in the snow and camping at sub-zero temperatures. In March I watched David compete successfully in the Triathlon at the Outdoor Show at the NEC in Birmingham. I also listened to Joe Simpson describing his miraculous escape from Siula Grande (see www.touchingthevoid.co.uk).

I have now given six talks about my John o’Groats to Land’s End trek to local groups, and continued to raise cash for Cancer Research and BHF – £8,272 so date. Another four talks are scheduled. Among my supporters during the walk were Steve and Lisa Bull, landlord and landlady of the White Horse pub in Bishop’s Waltham. Upon my return, Steve suggested that, jointly, we might undertake a significant walking challenge nearer to home – something that could be managed within the three-day period that Steve could realistically be absent from his pub.

In response to this I have devised what is now referred to as the WHITE HORSE WALK. It takes place over the 3 days from 1-3 May 2010 and involves a 100km (62.5 mile) trek through rural Hampshire with night-stops at the White Horse Inns in Westbourne, near Emsworth, and Priors Dean, near Petersfield (the latter also known as the Pub With No Name because of the absence of signs).

Jokingly referred to as the biggest pub-crawl in Hampshire, the walk is being used to raise money for Macmillan Cancer Support in recognition of the help given by Macmillan nurses to Lisa’s Mum, Glenda, during her recovery from breast cancer and also to the family of local friend, Keith Cook, whose son Jason died recently of a brain tumour after an 8-year battle.

Word has got about, so Steve and I will now being joined by many other local walkers and supporters. All three pubs are laying on musical entertainment and have pledged food and a free pint to charity walkers. It should be a brilliant May Bank Holiday long-weekend. See www.justgiving.com/whitehorsewalk for further information.

After this? Well, around the end of May I will spend a couple of weeks moseying around the Scottish Highlands, including a week on the Isle of Skye with friends from the Outcasts. Also friend Jim, who I stayed with in Sheffield, has suggested we undertake Wainwright’s Coast-to-Coast walk together. Meanwhile, I’m reading avidly about the High Level Route along the Pyrenees!

For me, the Xmas break provided a welcome opportunity to review all that had happened over the past year. The loss of my Dad, the birth of my first Grandchild and the successful completion of my huge walk were all events of great significance to me.

Dad had been ill for a while and was aged 81, so maybe it was time for him to leave us. However, this was surely not the case for friend and neighbour Steve, whose wife Sarah acted as Treasurer for my charity walk. Steve was just 55, my age, when he died suddenly at home of a heart attack on December 9th. A social animal, he was a founder member of the Bishop’s Waltham Rotary Club, one of my sponsors, and had lived two doors from me for the past 21 years. The neighbourhood will never be quite the same without him.

I lost my main business client three months prior to my walk as a result of the recession and have had very little work since I returned. I guess this is the rainy day for which I put aside some savings. Life on a minimal income has not been so bad and at least I won’t have any tax bills to pay.

Two months after my last diary entry things relating to the walk are still happening. I have continued to receive donations raising the current total to £7,700 - still short of my £10,000 target but I haven’t given up yet. There are a few collecting boxes still out there and some promises of further donations.

I was delighted to have been invited to the BBC Radio Solent Xmas party on Xmas Eve and pleased to meet so many other interesting and adventurous people. Host Julian Clegg announced on-air that I was willing to give talks about my walk, and I reaffirm that here. I am already committed to giving talks to several local groups and presently have bookings through to March 2010. I don’t charge a fee, but leave a large collecting bucket for the charities by the exit! My talk to Shedfield Men’s Group on 1st December ’09 raised over £110.

Aside from that, I have tried to keep up the exercise. My son David and I climbed the North Ridge of Tryfan in Snowdonia on 28 November and Moel Siabod the following day. These were icy climbs with snow up to a foot deep on the summits. I have a few plans for 2010, which include walking in the Welsh Brecon Beacons in late January, a 3-day 100 km charity walk in Hampshire during April and a visit to the Cuillin Ridge on the Isle of Skye in May. However, I see these activities as just a means of keeping fit whilst I consider something much more significant. Watch this space.

It’s just over two weeks now since I completed my 1,200 mile trek. When asked on the radio interview how it felt when I touched the finish post at Land’s End, the first word that came to my mind was ‘anticlimax’. The stage-lights didn’t come on, there was no trumpet fanfare and I didn’t magically feel any different. I think it’s a bit like receiving a successful exam result. Only when failure is a distinct possibility does a high level of excitement accompany the confirmation of success. If you are confident of passing anyway, then the blood pressure won’t rise very much. With a long-distance walk, the uncertainty of success is greatest right at the start. By the time you are half-way through, it seems quite likely that you will make it to the end. When just a few miles from the end you know that nothing short of a spontaneous heart attack, being hit by a meteor or (in my case) falling off the Coast Path will stop you getting there.

Don’t get me wrong. Just because I am not leaping around with glee, it doesn’t mean that I am not extremely happy about the achievement. However, my pleasure is a quieter sort derived from the experience as a whole rather than from any feelings of euphoria in simply having reached the finish post.

Although the walking has taken three months, the venture germinated in my head some two years ago. I started planning the route well over a year ago. Construction of the website started last November. Sponsors started committing their support at the beginning of this year. During the Spring I was out training in the Lake District and on Dartmoor. The dissemination of publicity started about a month before I left. Right up to the moment of my departure, I was distributing posters, placing collecting boxes for the charities and writing further material for the website.

Thus, when I boarded the train to Scotland on the 13th of July I felt relieved that the huge workload that accompanied my preparations for this venture was now over, and I could now just ‘get on with the job’. With Simon looking after the website, Kay heading the publicity machine (supported by Mike and John), Sarah keeping a track on donations and Chris keeping an eye on my house, I was spared any need to worry about what was happening back home. So, in truth, although I am the one who did the walk, I owe a debt of gratitude to my friends for the success of the project as a whole.

I also owe a debt of gratitude to my generous sponsors who reduced my initial outgoings greatly, and all the other people I met along the way who provided me with shelter, gave me food, donated to my charities or simply passed some time with me. The weather may have been miserable at times; the terrain may sometimes have left me exhausted; my feet and legs often hurt; my kit sometimes let me down. On the other hand, I have been privileged to experience places and see things that few others have. But most of all, it is the people that I will remember most dearly.

Well, now the walk is done, what’s the score?

Firstly, I am pleased to see that contributions to my charities have exceeded £6,000, but I am keen to push this nearer to my £10,000 target. There is still money to come from people collecting on my behalf. Also, several local organisations have asked me to give an illustrated talk about my adventure. I will naturally be taking my charity bucket with me.

Health-wise, I have used the past two weeks to restore my body by resting and eating healthily. During the hardest parts of the walk (in Scotland and on the Pennines) I lost an incredible 3 inches off my waist. Any more and I would have been unable to fully tighten my rucksack hip-belt. My weight is now almost exactly the same as when I started, although I suspect that the muscle percentage might be higher. Whether this is true or not may be revealed by the second set of tests that Professor Maria Stokes and her team subjected me to last Wednesday at Southampton University’s School of Health Sciences (the original tests are mentioned in the 12 July ’09 entry under ‘Before the walk’).

There are a couple of physical after-effects from my walk that still remain. The main one is numbness and tingling of my big toes. My guess is that my feet expanded during the walk, making my boots over-tight and thus cramping my toes. Combined with a rather abusive 2.5 million impacts on each foot as I walked, nerve damage has almost certainly occurred which could take six months or so to repair itself. My knees also ache, but this feels ‘muscular’ rather than ‘joint’. Given what I have been carrying on my back for the past three months, I’m not really surprised at this and feel sure that the aches will soon fade away.

Anyway, with a pile of bills awaiting payment on my return home I have been catapulted straight back into the life I lived before my walk! I suppose it’s inevitable that I should question if that is what I want. Despite the discomforts of being itinerant, there were few things that I missed and I felt little of the kind of stress that seems to accompany 21st century living. Last Thursday I listened to Kenton Cool talking about how he guided Ranulph Fiennes up Everest and the north face of the Eiger. Whilst I felt no inclination to pursue quite such hazardous adventures myself, I was aware that my feet were starting to itch again!!