Ah the trauma of a blister. Don’t let anyone ever tell you “but it’s just a blister”. We have done so so well on our 51 mile hike over the past few days only for today after the 17 mile up and down journey yesterday to admit that I need to rest my little toe.

I’ve a rather large blister where the little toe should be and a very hot foot this morning as said blister has pulsed and throbbed right into my foot. So, sensibly we called Mum to get a lift home.

So, now it’s a long soak in their foot spa -ahh bliss.

What a walk so far though – and we still plan to finish the final two legs this year.

The scenery around East Yorkshire and on the Wolds is amazingly beautiful. As is the history. Our last stop was East Heslerton. It’s a really old village with remnants of Neolithic inhabitations as well as Roman and Anglo Saxons. Who knew this for at the side of the A64 was of such special archeological importance

So, action man Dad gets back home this morning and says, right, I’m off to cut the grass, then the hedges.

Me? Well I’m blister sitting and gonna read a book!