And So The Story Ends

Good Morning World and thanks for tuning in to the penultimate post day here on Planet Magnet. After this post there will be only one more and that won’t be for a couple of weeks as I tell the story of my walk along Britain’s oldest Road.

That means this is post number 499!


Quite an incredible feat but one that I suppose I am quite proud to have achieved.

I have always said that I would share my life with you guys for the next 499 posts, after which I would walk the Ridgeway for the Charity HENRY and make my 500th and final post about that very walk.

It is hard to consider the person I was when I started out on the journey. Some people don’t even recognise me as I have changed so much physically, others don’t recognise me because I have changed so much mentally.

Regardless of which is more significant I think we must all agree that since my surgery and subsequent life change, this person…

Back Camera

With My Mum!

Is no longer anything like this person….


If we consider way back when I started this little blog after advice to do so, I was incredibly unfit, unhappy, lonely, I was letting life pass me by and I was disengaged.

No more though.

What a difference 18mths and the help and support of medical professionals and all of you guys here on Word Press who come to read my words every day. Some of you read quietly and fly under the radar and some of you read and comment and encourage. Regardless of which camp you fall into, I appreciate you all so very very much and I thank you all very much from the bottom of my heart.

You guys have made the incredible challenge of 499 posts a possibility and I am so happy that I have completed what I set out to do I think all I need do now is wish myself Bon Voyage, Bon Chance and Bon Temps for the next week of walking. You will be able to follow my updates on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram…..

So until I write and publish the story of my walk, I shall leave you with these words from T.S Elliots Little Gidding (pointed TO me by Osyth from Half Baked in Paradise but here mixed up by ME) and hopefully they will sum up all I have been trying to say…

“To make an end is to make a beginning so always remember last years thoughts belong to last years language whereas next years words await another voice”

So ’till the last time,

Stay out of the fridge.

P.S. Don’t forget to follow this link and donate to my just giving page.

Here Comes Another Winter, Waiting For Eutopia.

Waiting For Hell To Freeze Over*

Good Morning world and thanks for tuning in to another day here in Planet Magnet. I trust all is well in your world and that the week is barrelling along nicely for you. Here in the U.K, the rain is back (what else!) after five days of sunshine, so having had our summer I figure we start preparing for the winter to come… 😉

Only joking on that font guys, however, Heartland by The, The seemed like the perfect lyric to use given that when yesterday I spoke to a friend of mine (The Chimp from The Lonely Author) he suggested I write what my Eutopia might look like given that I am now over a year past my surgery date and the fact my life has changed so dramatically in that short period of time. That I have become such a different man over the past several years of trials and tribulations. That I am still scared and excited in equal measure of what is to come in my life. That I am surrounded by more love in my life than I have experienced for a long time, yet I feel lonely on a daily basis.

Now I should put a warning here, because if any of you are not in the mood for my truth then I suggest you stop reading now, plus it is nearly 2000 words long so you might struggle a little looking for a quick read….

I am always honest with this blog yet I do confess that am still selective about what I write and today I write exactly how I feel and make no apologies for it.

So where was I? Oh yes, my own Eutopia. Or put quite simply, where would my ideal life be at this moment in time?

I know it might sound fatuous to do such a thing but it is in our dreams that we create our future (or some semblance of it) and it is only by daring to dream do we ever achieve our ability to move on.

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Groundblog Day

So once again I write about how difficult it is to write about things everyday of my life in a way so as they might matter to another person enough to get them to read it…

It isn’t easy for sure but I do believe it is worthwhile because if I have touched ONE person through all that I write then it will have been completely worth it.

As you know I like to relate to you everything that I am doing but because life tends to repeat itself no matter how hard we try to avoid it, it seems that some days I could write the same as a previous day.

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Hi – De – Hi!

Morning Campers!

Welcome to the weekend.

Unfortunately the forecast in this neck of the woods isn’t looking too hot (literally!) so I hope the weather is a touch less inclement wherever you may be situated around the globe.

Sometimes when the weather is like this I can be faced with a feeling of a touch of boredom but I try to find things to do which are both healthy for me and productive. For some reason I have lost my writing Mojo so will be glad when that comes back to visit because I do feel a little lost when I am wordless.

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The Weekend Comes

My cycle hums, ready to race to you.

Oh Happy Days

Hooray! It’s the weekend! At last I can relax and put my feet up, at last I can go down the pub and tie a couple on and at last I can have that great big fry up I have been looking forward to all week.

Well not really.

Certainly a few years ago this is what my weekends were mostly about, in fact if I recall correctly, they were like this up to late last year but now everything has changed along with the perpetrator 😉

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A Touch Of Cabin Fever

Morning everyone, got a short post for you today for two reasons really, firstly I haven’t been anywhere for any inspiration and am afraid of regurgitating the same old spiel each day and secondly, I think I am coming down with a bit of cabin fever and need to get out in order to recharge the batteries. The only issue I have with the latter is that I live in a top floor of an apartment building that has no lift as it is just under the regs required for one, so it’s stairs all the way to the top I’m afraid people. Now this may have helped to keep me moving in the past and kept the blood pumping on a daily basis, but with the recent surgery I am warned off of them until at least the end of the week, in case I do myself some damage. This means spending my days in the flat in the same manner as described in yesterday’s post keeping myself busy doing nothing, moving from bedroom to office then kitchen to living room and on finding nothing has actually changed, repeating the process all over again in a faint hope that the next time, something will have.

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