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.

You Make Me Feel Like Spring Has Sprung….

And every time I see your grin I’m such a happy individual…

Here in the UK, spring is listed as the 20th of March and to be fair we had a few nice days at the beginning of that month. But since then, the weather has been a little ropey to say the least. Yes there have been a couple of warm days but those have been the kind of warm that feels muggy and close rather than nice and dry so I have discounted them somewhat. I know the lambs have been gambolling around the fields, the buttercups are growing in nice large golden clumps and the days have been getting longer, but it wasn’t until today did it feel like there was a new “spring” in the air. The rain clouds threatened and instead of erupting, stayed quiet and allowed the sun to peak it’s head through and the air remained dry.

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The Sunday Stroll

Archie has been staying with me for the past few days and yesterday because it was Sunday and as a good deal of other dog owners do, I decided to get him up and take him for a walk. This proved easier said than done, given that he had kicked me out of my own bed when he jumped up on it at 7am. He does this as he likes me to get up and sandwich him between the outsides of the duvet so he’s completely wrapped up like a sausage roll (more like a hot dog!) and that can only be done if he has the bed to himself.

This is the view you generally get of him when he is in such a position:


Just his nose will appear for cool air….

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A Quantum Of Solace

Have you ever walked your dog and been in a world of perfect solace? Absolute calm and contemplation flows over you regardless of your location whether it be a park, a field, a hill-side, a mountain or anywhere you are lucky enough to get to where there is so much silence, it can almost hurt your ears for the first few minutes until you get used to it.

Living in the part of the world that I do, I find I am lucky enough to experience that almost whenever I want as it is only my timetable that offers any restriction to how often I can be faced with the view in this page heading. I often wonder if it is because I live here that no matter how many times I leave I always gravitate back. I tried Oxford for a while and then London for an even shorter spell but nothing compares to the wide open spaces we are offered just a couple of miles out-of-town. The best part is, you can drive, cycle or even walk there so again the only restriction on that is your time. I am no countryside buff, I am no ornithologist or even a photographer of it. I simply just like being surrounded by it. To me there is nothing better than sitting on the grass with so much space around you, all you can hear is the whispering grass and birdsong.

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