Well its all over and I’m sitting at home on a Monday afternoon with slightly sore feet, but generally feeling very happy with how everything has gone.
I’m afraid its the end of the boots, but it worked rather well.
I stayed at home Saturday night and got my best nights sleep of the walk. So feeling good and with a sorted out toe, I set off quite happily for the 7.39 train. I decided to get an early start, partly as I knew on the last day I would be going rather slowly, but also because I wanted to get away from the South bank before the crowds arrived.
I think this was a good move and actually the South bank, when very quiet in the early morning sunshine, was a very nice place to be.
Although this was not the most scenic days walking, it was very interesting seeing how things changed from the tourist areas, into the posh residential area. Then on through the Lewisham council estates and finally onto the strange industrial areas past Greenwich.
Not the most scenic!
Well the rest of the mornings walk went smoothly, if slowly. I got to Greenwich about 12.30 and waited for Jo, who was meeting me for lunch. She turned up about ten minutes later holding her belly and crying. She had started to get contractions while on the train on the way up and was worried she was going into labour! Fortunately as she sat and calmed down, things started to ease off and now 24 hours later all seems well.
We did come to the conclusion at the time though that I would finish the walk whatever happened. Not sure if I would have done though.
Then as planned, people started to arrive to walk the last 4 miles with me.
And here we are at the pub afterwards,
I have to say as the barrier came into sight my feelings were somewhat mixed. I was quite glad to be finishing, but after 12 days I had somewhat got into a routine and if I had not got my bad toe I felt I could have kept going for a few more days. However sitting at home now, I feel happy its all done, and a great sense of achievement. There were times just before I started the walk that I doubted if it was something I could really do. But now that its done I’m so happy I set out on this adventure.
So I would like to say thank you to everybody who has supported me, be it through donations, offering me a bed for the night, coming to walk with me, or even through texts and messages which have kept me going.
This walk was always about two things, raising money for SANDS ( at the latest count over £3000) and remembering my son Elliot.
Well, Elliot we will always love you, I hope you are proud of your dad.