Walk the Lines (5 or 28 or The Final)

The day after our Heathrow walk dawned fine, and our legs were not particularly sore or achy. We had discussed it the day before but all the signs combined correctly to confirm it. "Let's do this," we agreed. "Let's walk the last stretch today and finish this thing." And so it was, around 9 a.m.… Continue reading Walk the Lines (5 or 28 or The Final)

Walk the Lines (4 or 27)

The last of our long walks and it's a strange one: we are walking out to Heathrow airport.Yes you read that right. Walking. To. An. Airport. However before we see the hallowed halls of Heathrow terminal 4, we have to start somewhere more familiar, like Acton Town. But this time we are not partaking of… Continue reading Walk the Lines (4 or 27)

Walk the Lines (2 or 25)

We've walked the lines in many different weathers (the worst being our last walk of the District line, in darkness and pouring rain for an hour and a half, during which I discovered my waterproof jacket was actually not waterproof). But this was the hottest walking day we have ever had, with temperatures predicted to… Continue reading Walk the Lines (2 or 25)

Why you should be nice to cleaners

It's been nearly five years since my father died. That was a time of much reflection and spending more time with my family than I have in years. After the funeral, there was a small reception in the catering hall attached to the chapel. The woman who ran the buffet was quite rude and whisked… Continue reading Why you should be nice to cleaners