 Walk 2 I'm taking 310,000 steps for SANDS during October Today I walked to Sheringham the next town heading north along the coast from Mundesley near Cromer. A much colder and windier day today. Me and Blue set off across the beach passing crab boats with Blue dashing in and out of the Wave. We pass two villages East and West RuntoN, along the North Norfolk Coastal Path. West Runton a few miles from Cromer had a major Music venue The West Runton Pavilion until 1986 when it was demolished Many famous bands have played there Trex, The Sex Pistols, Iggy Pop, Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Budgie, Def leppard, Motorhead, Girl school, The Damned, The Clash to name but a few. I wish I had lived here when Cromer was on every tour poster and shirt. I'm particularly disappointed to have missed Shag Conners and the Carrot Crunchers I must say. Later the highest point in Norfolk comes into view Beeston Hill known as the Beeston Bump It towers above us as we both scale its dizzy heights ("The tallest mountain in the world" apparently) Home of the World Famous Norfolk Mountain Rescue Team I'm somewhat saddened to see not a sign of them. We descend finally into Sheringham a very pretty little town which along with Cromer was initially just a small fishing village I'm very cold by now and having covered 16,500 steps we call into the Dunstable Arms just for rehydration purposes of course. Blue enjoys his water and some bar snacks. Whilst I make do with a pint of real ale Luckily Claire picked us up and I return home to a hot bath and a well earned rest So in two days we have walked Thirty seven thousand and five hundred steps. We are well on track Thank you all for your continued donations I've passed the £900 mark already which is amazing.  
0 Comments
Thank you for remembering.. She has a reach that transcends nations she has gripped the attention of thousands her touch in all our hearts Is magnifold her light radiates In the darkest of recesses yet she has never gripped my hand so I could kiss her tiny fingers  I've walked 21,000 steps today Which is a good start. I set off from the costal Town of Mundesley under grey skies I chose to walk along the beach and although I'd checked the tides I couldn't help thinking that if the tide changed quickly I'd be a bit stuck with unscalable cliffs on my left. Blue was in his element running up and down covering ten times the distance I was (about 8 miles) The walking was tough being on shingle, soaked sand and in places grey clay where the cliffs have eroded bringing boulders and pieces of human habitation down from the cliffs above. The coast has the remains of huge World War 2 coastal defences with pillboxes, gun emplacements and huge concrete blocks and rusting iron girders sticking out like broken teeth. We walked 6 miles without seeing a soul I became very emotional and I have no idea why. Maybe the isolation or maybe I was focusing on my loss more than normally. A strange sensation to be honest and something I wasn't really expecting Maybe it's been seeing all the thousands of posts on the 320,000 step fb page All those babies and all those lives unlived Maybe it was just that I had time for nothing else but to remember that time and all that could have been. The rain came in brief bouts Blue got stuck in some thick yellow mud and I had to pull him out. We saw no wildlife except for gulls and the occasional cormorant or shag (childish laughter) sat on the groynes fishing. I kept my eye out for sea glass which is rare here and picked up the odd stone or fossil Eventually we came across Overstrand a small fishing village with the crab boats coming in The men stood around chatting as we headed to the Cliff top Cafe After we had both had a sizable breakfast/lunch we headed along the cliff tops and eventually we saw the distant sight of the pier Passing the lighthouse on the left I put Blue on the lead as the cliff tops were high and crumbling into the sea Finally down into Cromer A walk across town to pick up Amelie from Nursery and finally home. She ran, jumped and gabbled away about her day whilst I hobbled along increasing aware of how old I am and how pitifully unfit I was Still this is just day one So many more days to come. Thank you all for donating again today I'm thinking a thousand pounds would be a great amount to raise by the end of the month  PLEASE DONATE TO THIS GREAT CAUSE. This was Molly's Nursery
The lettering, the beautiful triangular set of draws. The stars the decoration It brings back so many memories. The hope, excitement, the expectation Then the devastation, the loss Returning home and having to take everything away. The stupid woman in the local charity shop refusing to take the brand new pram/ pushchair from me Walking back home with it crying my eyes out. The feeling that I had somehow let Claire down. Feeling nothing but emptiness. There were two owls transfers on the wall that eventually adorned Molly's tiny coffin. This is all what nine couples a day go through I'm surprised how shocking and emotive looking at this photo has been. It makes the journey we have both undertaken since that time all the more remarkable I really don't know how we have done it!  Breaking the Silence
Dibs Hulme, Patron, Frontman, Multi Talented Musician Space Lord, Master of the Universe, Slimmer of the year, Friend  And did those shirts in ancient times
Walk into pubs on village greens And was the hand of Molly Mear In snugs and bars so often seen? Bring me my Pint of Burning Gold Slake my thirst to my desire Bring me some crisps, packets unfold Tasty Thai chilli flavours of fire We shall not cease from mental fight Nor shall our drinks slip from our hand Till we see Mollys hand so proud In every pub across the land. Thank you Valerie Rowe and Bryan Rowe Molly in the King Alfred Arms Tintagel Cornwall We need to see Molly in your local please We will post her up every day in a different hostelry Mearfest.org Something Amazing.  Apart from the tiny ink impressions of Mollys hands and feet this is all we have of our full term daughter.
She sits on our window at home. We have no gravestone or marker, no memorial plaque or brass plate No tree or statue, no wooden bench or cross. What we do have though is her legacy shared through music and poetry, art and imagery Molly lives in so many ways Take a look at what we do in her name Take a look at what the Heavy Metal community do in her name in over 40 countries around the World. Molly was born just 2 days before her full term due date. She was born without a voice. Silent. Now Seven Years on she has a voice of thousands. TODAY SEVEN YEAR AGO, WE CREMATED HER.  THANK YOU DUNCAN
|
