I am not much of a musician, and therefore the song I wrote about the Pennine Way is set to the tune of another classic - Cats in the Cradle. Which version of the song you set it to kind of depends on your mood, and how high up a bloody mountain you are.The song started as something to sing at Karim to annoy him. Then it became something to occupy my mind when I was going crazy. Eventually, it became a testement to the Pennine Way, and a reminder. I remember sayi...

A few weeks back, Karim and I met up for our birthdays. We reminisced, as you do in these situations, and he asked me if I still felt the same about the whole thing. He was wondering if in the months since we had completed it, the unpleasantness of the whole thing had melted away, and been replaced by some warm glow of accomplishment.I told him that it hadn't.He was relieved - he felt the exact same way.So there we have it, dear reader. I started to write thi...

By day ten, my feet had stopped getting worse. Just to clarify - they weren't getting any better, but the daily decline of their condition had stopped. We had finally found a little camping shop that sold Compeed - the blister plasters. The holes in the back of my feet were now too big to be covered by just one of these things, so it was a bit of a struggle. But they're brilliant.If anyone who reads this actually thinks about walking the Pennine Way, then...

What you eat along the Pennine Way is important. You're burning on average 4-5000 calories a day, which means you have to eat an awful lot of everything to prevent yourself from dying.We had all kinds of high-sugar snacks - your Mars Bars, sweets, and of course the mandatory Kendell Mint Cake. But these were just to keep the sugar levels up. In the evenings when we could we would eat at a pub, but we only managed that about half the time.So every breakfast, l...

We met a chap on the first day of the walk who was on his own. He was staying in hostels every night, rather than camping like our good selves. He used two walking poles like a true professional rambler, and because we never asked him his name we called him Sticks. But the strange thing was, his bag was as large and as heavy as ours were.We asked him what was in his bag, as you do, and he was kind of non-committal in his answer. Just clothes and the like. Clothes...