Wrangle Dangle

I must admit, the journey around The Wash looked a bit dull when I first plotted it and after the excitement of North Norfolk’s coastline I thought it might be a bit of a ‘washout’ but I now must eat humble pie and admit that I was completely wrong.
Yes the landscape is flat but there is something quite comforting about seeing fields of sprouts, cabbages and greens. Also, seeing farmers out in all weathers making sure we have fresh vegetables to eat is a wonderful sight. As a man brought up in towns and has never grown a thing in my life, this is a different world.

I have appeared twice on BBC radio Lincolnshire, the first was huddled in a bus shelter and the second was in the middle if a muddy field, desperately trying to get a good signal. The DJ advised me to stand on one leg and put the phone in the air which might have given me a new career as a scarecrow if I had stayed there but the walk must continue. The signal didn’t improve.

Boston was uneventful, however the mixture of languages heard whist a plodded through the quaint streets was remarkable and made a strange atmosphere for this historic town.

I have been singing George Michael songs to animals! You may be thinking that I am losing the plot but I have to amuse myself somehow. Here is an ungrateful horse not liking my version of Wake me up before you go go.

I am also changing words to familiar songs depending on my scenery and destination. “Cabbages to the left of me, ploughed field to my right, here I am stuck in the middle of Linc’s”
On the journey to Wrangle I sang the shake n Vac song. “Do the Wrangle dangle and watch you hair grow back. Do the Wrangle Dangle, grow the hair you lack”
I turned up in Wrangle amused with myself and met Michelle and Bob, the owners of The Angel Inn in Wrangle Dangle…I mean Wrangle. After a doze I came back down to the bar and got to know a few of the regulars. Both Michelle and Bob couldn’t have been more accommodating and I left there the next morning wishing once again that I didn’t have to leave so soon.

Wainfleet’s The Woolpack produced many surprises. The first was that the previous night they had organised the quiz night as a fundraiser and they raised £450 which was amazing. I met an incredible 14 year called Jack who raised £100 for the walk. Briefly, after tragic events and a story that made my lip wobble, he has continually been raising money for charity and chose the British Heart Foundation this time. I was delighted to meet him and Tamara later in the afternoon after school.


At the same time, I was introduced to 6 year old Kiarah and her Mum Heide. Kiarah’s sister only survived 10 days having been born with basically half a heart. At the quiz the previous night, Kiarah had offered her £1 chocolate orange to be auctioned and it made £16. She also gave her pocket money to the BHF. Heidi was only 20 when she had to come to terms with the loss of her new born to congenital heart disease.


I spent the evening reflecting on how the walk is throwing up so many pleasant surprises, quirky, funny and kind hearted people but also some tragic, heartbreaking stories. My heart story has a happy ending but not all do. It makes me more determined to make this walk a success, not just financially for the BHF but also on a personal level. So many people helped me when I was I’ll, it feels really good to be able to help others.

Kieran xx