Well, my feet haven’t fallen off overnight.
Phew, let’s see what day 2 brings
Not tried moving yet though either
So while “WalksWithRucksack” and Pops enjoy spending hours walking a route that takes 6 mins in the car, I’ve had to hike all the way up the field with lil miss Willow and have been forced to have a sit down with a cool bottle of something
Ahh, here’s an idea. Let’s do an 80 mile walk in the baking sun across the Wolds Way!
So today was day 1. South Cave to Market Weighton, a nice little 12 mile introductory strole up hill, down dale and across fields of barley.
So, all set in our gear off we trogged. And no, I’d not prepared.
Wow! What a rewarding walk. Amazing scenery, flowing barley and maize fields resplendent with poppies and glimmering in the sun.
Did we mention the up and down bits which definitely tested our metal and tired our feet, bodies, brains and legs.
We even managed a scene from a Gladiator where Dad did a super demo of Maximus in his barley field
We saw St Helens Well. For those history geeks (Mr Fogg!) she was the emperor Constantine’s mother.
And finally after 12 miles, 6 hours, one 25 minute lunch rest, one blister and 29,000 steps, we went and found Prosecco
Ahh. We are now checked into our little cottage resting before we head for food.
And there is a bath……,aahhhh perchance to soak tired feet.
Tomorrow it’s 8 miles
So on Thursday, Mrs Fogg and Pops start to walk the Wolds Way, a mammoth 80 miles from South Cave to Filey.
Rucksacks packed, rough directions agreed and toilet-roll at the ready, then they’re off.
See ya in 6 days.
Foggy Style, all set and ready for a 10pm kick-off
11pm showing of Dogma, complete with Firepit and Champoo! (Closing time 1am). Unfortunately due to strong winds we had to relocate the cinema to the car park.
Next showing will be They Live (simply the next 80s schlock horror movie), followed by the 80s version of Fright Night!
So of these which is the ladies toilet?? Number 1 or number 2
Number 1:
Number 2:
Seems to confuse everyone and creates a bit of fun trying to guess. Mr Fogg even got told off for “going in the wrong one” when he’d picked the right one.
Yes the week is up, packing done, last day at the gym, last evening meal at a beautiful little taverna, where Pops decided to bless the fish before it was eaten (Oh My Cod, looks like he’s gonna rescue your Sole)
And a final evening stroll around the lake with a wonderful sky
But now all prepared for the final slog home.
Ah, a lovely holiday and a much needed injection of warm sunshine. But what to do in 30 degree heat in a week:
Have not one but two massages at the hotel spa – bliss
Attend two Yoga classes – serenity and an aching body afterwards, nice ache
Go to the gym (more than once) with Mr Fogg and use the treadmill and attempt (note, attempt) sit-ups
Find hidden restaurants through tiny passageways.
Eat, eat, eat oh and eat
Have two cats watching you eat, one brazen enough to sit on the table next to you
Then read books while sitting right next to the calm ocean listening to the waves.
And finally
Just chill.
Ahhhh when there’s diddly squat to do it is awesomely tiring. Get up, go for brekky (healthy of course), then the gym, then swim, then lunch, then a snooze and then food, then sleep. And repeat.
Awesome!
And Mrs Fogg hasn’t coughed in 2 days, even better. Almost time to return.
Nope, it’s not my poor attempt at Spanglish or a game. This is the name of an island off the coast of Crete that was first a Venetians fort and then a leper’s colony from early 1900s right up to 1950 something.
We took a 4 hrs trip here on a boat, with a 1hr walking tour of the island. Very beautiful and very hot!
The guide we had was brilliant. She was feisty and said exactly what she thought – telling two arguing Greek women off, telling a mum off for moaning her voice would wake the baby and then gripes about the Greek government not investing in the history of the leper’s but letting some woman archaeologist dig up some old ruins. Great day!!
