With Mrs Chorlton from the Wheelies tucked up in bed and resting her balloon of an ankle, I set off to hike the Bright Angel Trail at 8am.

The path is much more eroded than it was the last time we did it back in 2009. You cannot buy bottles of water anymore due to the number that have been dumped by idiots, so you have to bring in your own water and refill from the chlorine taps enroute (yuck).

The hike to the 1.5 mile marker took 45 minutes, so on I went to mile marker 3. More “oh my gosh”, “oh look at the striations”, “how far do you think it is to the 3 mile marker”, from our cousins. And the number of numpties that set off with no water at all, flip flops and no hat. Temperatures hit 110 degrees F, which is a tad warm.

I eventually made the 3 mile mark at 9.30am and then had the joy of the 3 mile hike back up which took 2 hours and boy was I knackered. When I got back at 11.30am, Mrs Fogg was still asleep