Well, this was one-long-haul – rucksack still on wheels! I think I did about 26 miles, or more over Dartmoor.
I counted over a hundred wing-mirrors strewn along the roadside – so that paints an interesting reflective picture! I did find an HGV tanker, with the rear sign “Low Hazard,” somewhat ironic. However I must admit that I’ve found most of the drivers to be really considerate.
I ran out of “Polos” [sugar-free] befriending the ponies – this year’s offspring are really cute!
At the top of one of the 2 mile+ “20% gradients” I felt this tightness in my chest – only to realise it was my “Heath Robinson rig-up” with luggage- elasticated-straps, to aid my rucksack drag!
As I approached the top of yet another 20% gradient, a big 3-ton-lorry passed me. At the top of the hill, all these marines were unloading their individual back-packs, machine-guns etc for their final initiation hike. I shouted across, “Call yourself men, I’ve had to drag my kit all the way up here by myself.” I don’t think their sergeant-major was overly impressed!!
Glad you're back in contact, Dave. Your story of the marines makes me wonder how long it would take one of them to do what you are doing?
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