Since my last entry, there has been little time for outdoor training. Friends have suggested I should fatten up for the walk but, as the deadline to leave approaches, everything I eat seems to get converted into nervous energy. Starting the walk should provide me with an opportunity to relax.

On 22 June I was interviewed by BBC Radio Solent’s Julian Clegg on his Breakfast Show. He has adopted me as one of his ‘Julian’s People’ and will follow my progress during the trek with further live interviews. These are scheduled for 6.45am on Fri 21 Aug, Tues 8 Sept and Fri 9 Oct. Late risers and those outside the Radio Solent area can hear the interviews for up to a week afterwards on BBC iplayer (visit www.bbc.co.uk/hampshire/local_radio/julianclegg

Other news includes a visit to the School of Health Sciences at Southampton University (www.southampton.ac.uk/healthsciences) where Professor Maria Stokes and her team are comparing the state of my legs before and after the walk. Rain kept attendance down at the Swanmore Carnival and Fete on 11 July, but the ‘Steve’s Long Walk’ stall still collected £87. Winners of the ‘Guess the Weight of the Rucksack’ competition were Swanmore residents Karl Challender and Chris McCarthy, who each received a £50 Cotswold voucher

With my departure now imminent (i.e. tomorrow), I’d like to emphasise the huge contributions that are being made by my loyal team of helpers: Webmaster Simon Maple, Publicist Kay Feltham-Jones and Treasurer Sarah Webber. At our final meeting on Thursday 9 July, we were all generously treated to a farewell supper by the owners of The Waltham Tandoori.

On Saturday 17 May I undertook a 13 mile walk from Gosport to Bursledon in aid of the Rainbow Centre www.rainbowcentre.org organised by the Rotary Club of Bishop’s Waltham (don’t tell Cancer Research UK and the BHF). I have also shared a few 16-mile walks along the South Downs and, as usual, participated in the annual 32 mile BHF ‘Round the Harbours’ cycle ride.

I spent from Friday 22 - Monday 25 May in Snowdonia with my Outcast friends (www.the-outcasts.hampshire.org.uk). A group of us traversed the length of the Nantlle Ridge on the Saturday, then on Sunday I walked alone for 9 hours, starting and finishing at our campsite near Waunfawr and navigating a loop which included Moel Tryfan, Mynydd Mawr, Rydd Ddu, Foel Goch, Foel Gron and Moel Eilio. The rest of the Club ventured off to scramble and climb near to the other, more well-known, ‘Tryfan and the Glyders’ (which, to me, sounds more like the name of a pop group than a group of mountains). This popular area was heaving with people due to the wonderfully sunny, clear and windless weather. In contrast, I doubt I saw more than a dozen walkers all day. My social skills returned on the Monday when I shared a climb of Moel Hebog, near Beddgelert, before driving home.

The weekend of 30-31 May saw me on Dartmoor. Leaving the car at Bellever Youth Hostel, near Postbridge, I bog-hopped and tor-hopped north towards Okehampton on the Saturday, finding a wonderful place to wild-camp atop Rowtor (tors are those strangely formed lumps of granite commonly found near the tops of Dartmoor hills). I awoke before 6am Sunday and opened the tent flap to be greeted by sun streaming inside. After enjoying a leisurely breakfast, I ambled back south by a different route, just breathing in the atmosphere and drinking in the wonderful views with my eyes. Over the two days I visited 28 tors and walked 35 miles, which wasn’t bad for an unhurried trek across such rugged terrain with a fully laden pack. This gives me confidence that managing this sort of mileage on the JOGLE is not going to be a problem.

Great news on Thursday 11 June – I’m a Grandpa! Eldest son Richard and Alison have together produced Isaac Geoffrey – an 8lb 6oz bruiser. Can’t wait until he learns to walk.

Finally, there was a ‘Steve’s Long Walk’ stall at the Bishop’s Waltham Carnival and Fete on 13 June, where we collected over £131 in donations to my charities. Winners of the ‘Guess the Weight of the Rucksack’ competition were Sally Sharp of Botley and Rob Webley of Itchen Stoke, who each received £50 worth of gift vouchers, courtesy of my main equipment sponsor Cotswold Outdoor (www.cotswoldoutdoor.com) in Hedge End.

Those Lake District maps I purchased at the NEC Outdoor Show are now looking distinctly tatty following some heavy use. From 21-29 April I climbed 39 Lake District mountains over 2,000 feet (including Scafell Pike, Helvellyn, Skiddaw, Great Gable, Pillar and Blencathra) and 7 significant lesser fells (which included Catbells and Hay Stacks, the latter being the site of Wainwright’s final resting place).

I met a group of four friendly postmen at the fog-bound summit of Helvellyn. They handed me a Union Jack and proceed to photograph me as I victoriously claimed the storm shelter. Does this mean I can now live there? If so, were they there to deliver my very first letter?

Most nights were spent sleeping in the back of the car, inconspicuously tucked away at the back of various car parks or down country lanes. Other nights were spent snuggled up in my nice new Mountain Hardware Lamina 20 sleeping bag and my even nicer new Hilleberg Unna tent next to Grisedale and Styhead tarns. Bliss. The Aarn Natural Balance bodypack that I acquired to carry all this stuff proved itself well up to the job, except that the slotted adjusters on the sternum straps had an irritating habit of partially unclipping themselves from the shoulder strap webbing from time-to-time. I will need to devise a fix for this. However, I came to the conclusion that if I can haul 18kg up the highest mountains in England then I should manage be carry this weight along my planned JOGLE route.

I was particularly impressed with a 75-year-old gentleman I met on the slopes of Hay Stacks. Although a bit wobbly, he was determined to climb this particular fell. He was wearing a helmet, and explained that this was necessary as he occasionally fell over and hit his head. No kidding. This chap has got to be given a full marks for sheer dogged perseverance.

Sadly my trip was curtailed two days early when news of my Dad’s death reached me. He had been ill for a while with bladder and prostate cancer, but the speed with which he deteriorated during my absence surprised me. At 81, he lived to be a good age, but the family will miss him, Mum more that anyone. It does add greater meaning to my trek, but I am sure that he will keep an eye on my well-being while I am walking.

Although work keeps me mainly in Hampshire, I spend as much leisure time as I can in Dartmouth. I have a great love for this beautiful Devon harbour town and try to contribute to the economy by shopping in the locality, by being a member of the Dartmouth Conservative Club (not that I have a strong political affiliation), using the Gym at the town’s Leisure Centre (www.toneleisure.org.uk/centres/dartmouth), managed by Richard Darch, and contributing to the cost of running the Flavel Arts Centre (www.theflavel.org.uk). I find the atmosphere of Dartmouth both exciting and relaxing (depending on what is going on), and the coastal walks are just stunning. Just a look at pictures! I have had excellent support for my walk from several anonymous benefactors in Dartmouth, and I thank them for this.

On 27 March I visited the Outdoor Show at the NEC in Birmingham (www.outdoorsshowextra.co.uk). This terrific event gave me the opportunity to buy a lightweight Keela Sonic jacket for a mere £40, an emergency charger for my mobile phone that uses only a single AA battery and some OS maps of the Lake District (see my next entry). I also climbed a rope ladder high above the show floor and practiced ‘ice climbing’ up a vertical wall lined with foam plastic panels. Before I departed I met an amazing chap, Kevin Shannon, who is planning to cycle around the world over a period of two years. He will be cycling in aid of Combat Stress, and is training in Scotland about the time I will be starting out, so we hope to meet up again. Check out his website www.becauseitisthere.co.uk for more detail a please give him your support.

The other notable occurrence was my recent loss of income. Although self-employed, my client base has dropped over the past year to just one company. When they hit financial difficulties, I was the easiest to dispense with. There is no mercy for those without a formal contract so my notice period was…...zero. Am I miffed? – well, yes, given my loyalty to them and the fact that most of their electronic products are based on ideas that I devised. I am sure that there is honour and compassion in business even during these difficult times, but it is not always easy to find. Am I devastated? – no, I am too resilient for that. Besides, now I can spend much more time planning my charity walk and enjoying myself in Dartmouth.

Cotswold Outdoor (www.cotswoldoutdoor.com) in Hedge End has agreed to sponsor my walk big-time. I am told that they saw the amount of work that had gone into the website and decided I was serious. Thank you Darren Weeks and all your staff at Cotswold, and thank you Simon (who has done, and continues to do all the technical stuff on this site).

The first thing they wanted to do was fit me up with some boots. The process started with Cotwold’s Ben Jones measuring up my feet. I think I was at school when this last happened. He then observed my gait as I walked shoe-less up and down the shop. I felt like Naomi Campbell, only prettier of course. Truthfully, isn’t it strange how stiff and awkward such normally natural movements feel when someone is looking at you. After lots of chit-chat about my preferences (leather rather than fabric, ankle support not too high, two pairs of socks rather than one to prevent blisters) we concluded that Scarpa Ranger GTX boots with Superfeet insoles would be the business. I need two pairs of boots to cover the distance I am walking, but have received a pair of highly regarded Brasher Hillmasters from another kind donor, so I look forward to comparing them.

This it the first of several visits that I will be making to the Cotswold store to select equipment. For me, that’s like letting a child loose in a sweet shop, but I will try not make pig of myself.

With friend Simon’s help, the website is coming along nicely (although you obviously won’t see this until it is actually active). The route is planned, the charities are ‘on-board’ and everything is on schedule. I managed to enjoy a winter walking weekend in Snowdonia in December, organised by Neil of The Outcasts (www.the-outcasts.hampshire.org.uk) The hostel was in Besthesda, which was perfectly placed for a stroll up the snow-bound summits of Carnedd Dafydd, Carnedd Llewelyn and Yr Elen. All good practice for the JOGLE, although I don’t expect to meet much snow then - but you can never be sure?

The reality and enormity of the commitment I have made is beginning to dawn on me. However, any feelings of trepidation are dwarfed by those of excitement. I am actually beginning to look forward to the complete disruption of my regular routines. Three months of lone walking will give me plenty of time to ponder, but I expect also to meet some interesting people along my way. I always have on previous, albeit much shorter, walks. Add to this the opportunity to enjoy a rugged existence and experience some of the more wild and rural parts of Britain, and I don’t think I will find much time to be bored.