On Day Three my feet wouldn't go into my boots. The back of the skin had come off my heels, and despite my plasters, bandages and two pairs of socks I couldn't get my feet to go in without being in ridiculous pain.So I put my trainers on. My old, battered Vans trainers that had seen better days and had almost no grip on the soles - perfect choice for cross country travel.The mornings were the worst for me. Karim would wake up before me, shout at me for a ...

On Day Four, Karim took the map off me and wouldn't give it back. I think this was because we kept on getting lost. And I think we kept on getting lost because I wouldn only look at the map once we were already lost, and by that point it was pretty pointless.The Pennine Way is supposed to be one of the easiest paths in the country to follow. And it was, a lot of the way. There were parts of it laid out in stone to protect the surrounding land from erosion, an...

Now, I didn't really keep a detailed record of anything we did on a day to day basis, because I'm useless. But I've been looking back through the guide book we were using, which we stuck to for most of the walk, so I can remember pretty much where we were on any given day.It was the morning of day five, when we were camped in someone's garden, that I threw away my walking boots. My feet had been getting worse and worse, and the idea that I would b...