Northfleet to Greenwich (Pt2)

Day 317 Erith to Greenwich. A very enjoyable walk along the Thames path where I felt more like a tourist than a soon to be ex-coastal walker. Most people read my tabbard, looked at me, saw me smiling or heard me saying ‘Morning’ and immediately looked away or to the floor. No exaggeration. Many walking or cycling on the path had headphones on trying to drown out London I guess. When I trained for the London Marathon, I never had headphones on for a run. I used my imagination for motivation. Whilst walking, the noises, smells and sights are what makes the walk for me.
Anyway, there were many famous sights on my walk today. Thames Barrier, Millenium Dome, Canary Wharf, Greenwich and Cutty Sark. Signs for Tower Bridge were greeted firstly by excitement, then by sadness. I realised I had slowed up as I went around the Millennium Dome. Part tiredness and part not wanting this to end. But end it must so roll on tomorrow and let’s complete the circle.







Northfleet to Greenwich (pt1)

Day 317 Northfleet to Erith. I have split this into 2 walks, today and tomorrow as today I had to move Travelodges and store the car somewhere. Today was dry, chilly and windy. It was fascinating walking under the QE2 bridge. I remember when they were building this. As there was already a Dartford Tunnel, we in Essex thought it was going to be called the Thurrock Bridge but we ultimately lost the batte. It is a huge bridge and one I am very glad NOT to be going over. At the time of opening, it had the longest cable-stayed span of any bridge in Europe.
Inland trip to get round the River Darent and at Erith, I finally got signs for the Thames path. I will be following this right to the finish
Tomorrow, I will walk Erith to Greenwich and prepare myself for the final leg.





Rochester to Northfleet

Day 316 Rochester to Northfleet. What a difference a day makes. Rochester looked grumpy in the low cloud and drizzle and I was rapidly blown across the Medway to Strood. The showers and wind meant it was head down road walking for long periods. My well weatherd cap was packed away safely in my rucksack and at times, I wished I was in there too.
Gravesend was another nostalgia trip for me. Oddly enough, my memories of taking the Tilbury to Gravesend ferry back in the 70’s, are also in wet and windy conditions. Looking over the Thames to my county of birth was a weird experience as was seeing a basketball court full of pigeons.
Then came signs for Pocahontas statue?? I vaguely remembered the link with Gravesend but had to go i to the town to take a look.
Northfleet will have to wait till tomorrow. Maybe there will be tennis court full of seagulls and a Shrek statue. You never know with this walk.


Sittingbourne to Rochester

Day 315 Sittingbourne to Rochester. You will be glad to know that I did not do any sitting in Sittingbourne, it did not rain in Rainham and I did some chatting in Chatham. Tomorrow I will be Strood.
Rochester’s double whammy of castle and cathedral blew me away. A big wow moment. I try not to look at what I am going to see of a day and let it be a surprise. I knew from the map that the end of my walk would be castle and cathedral but refused to go online to look at them. Well played Rochester


Whitstable to Sittingbourne

Day 314 Whitstable to Faversham. Well I didnt make it to Sittingbourne mainly due to me faffing around in Whitstable and having to go to a bank in Canterbury. The walk was mostly roads and as you can see, the sky was blue and there was a chilly breeze. I loved seeing the Kent Oast houses and the gorgeous medieval buildings in Faversham. Roads tomorrow then onto the Saxon shore way and the River Medway.



Westgate On Sea to Whitstable

Day 313 Westgate on Sea to Whitstable. I hugged the coast all day today and the route, weather, visibility and walk all made for a fitting end to Coastal walking for me. For the last few days of the walk I will be inland or alongside the River Thames. It was also lovely that I got to see glimmers of Essex on the horizon. The circle really did feel complete when I asked a local to confirm this. Indeed it was Essex I was seeing.
The walk was mostly along the sea wall with the tide out. I wondered if the waves had got wind of me finishing and were sulking. The Reculver Towers were visible from Westgate and took an age to appear fully in front of me.
“Are you the man off the Tele?” a cyclist said as he screached to a halt on the sea wall. I admitted that I might be. We chatted for a few minutes and he gave me a donation for the BHF. At least one person watched it
Herne Bay looked gorgeous with the blue sky and fading sun. I was very tired by then and the last few miles to Whitstable are a bit of a blur.
The Isle of Sheppey became clearer as I reached the end of the walk abd even Essex could be made out in a photo…just
It was hard work, mainly due to the emotions of my last day by the sea. Forwards through North Kent…..


Ramsgate to Westgate on Sea

Day 312 Ramsgate to Westgate on Sea. Wow what a day!! I met up with my Uncle David today and before the walk we visited a barber shop in King Street, Ramsgate. Not for a hair cut I hasten to add. This was the place where my great great great grandfather worked. Us Sandwell’s were originally from the Isle of Thanet back from 1600’s. If that wasnt exciting enough we had more to come when we met up with Tony from ITV Meridian who interviewed and filmed us by the Bandstand in Ramsgate. Maddie from the BHF joined in the fun and hope to see the end result tonight
I have done many of these now…I am a pro
Uncle David and I then walked the upper path to the gorgeous Broadstairs and on round the corner of Kent to Margate.
I turned west at Botany Bay and faced London expecting to be elated at being in the final stretch. The opposite happened. I looked out into the Noth Sea and felt sad. ‘I’m going to miss you’ I thought.
We plodded on to Westgate on Sea and as the sun got lower, the temperature fell to make a chilly end to the walk. Here is the interview that appeared later in the day on ITV Merdian

Lizard to Ramsgate

I haven’t really been keeping this blog up to date.  I mainly use facebook to do a mini blog and post some pictures. Here are my latest posts from Portsmouth to Ramsgate for those who do not use Facebook and would like to know more as I come to the end of my walk.

Day 298 Emsworth to West Wittering. Foggy start but manage to find West Sussex ok. It was next to Hampshire as I thought. I saw on the map a route along Chichester canal’s tow path and I am so glad I went this way. When I was training for this, I spent many an hour going up and down the Grand Union Canal around Hemel Hempstead, Berkhamstead and Tring. Today’s path was gorgeous once the sun broke through the fog. It ends up in Chichester Marina where I saw millions of pounds worth of boats. Bars of gold floating in the water. It seemed perverse to me especially when a man in a large posh Mercedes tooted me for being in his way.
Still, made it on to the pretty village of West Wittering and onto the moon! The sand looked like pictures of the moon landing. A wonderful expanse of sand, sea, dog walkers and the odd coastal walker. Just Beautiful


Day 299 West Wittering to Selsey. Sandy walk to start the day, pushed inland as the tide came in at East Wittering. There were some incredible houses along this stretch – huge. Shingle walk to Bracklesham Bay and beyond until I got to the RSPB Medmerry diversion. 5 miles inland and back along the new sea defences. Not many birds out today. They were all tucked up, warm somewhere to get out of the cold northerly wind. It seemed to take forever to complete. Finally I arrived at breached section back at the coast and slowly chugged along into a gloomy looking Selsey.
I love the sounds of shingle walk days. The rhythmic crunching of my boots and the long “ssssshhh” as the wave slides back from the shore.


Day 300 Selsey to Bognor Regis. Cold start at Selsey. Disappointed that you can stand on Selsey Bill because someone has built a house there. I remember the Madness song, Driving in My Car: “I drive up to Muswell Hill, I’ve even been to Selsey Bill.”
There used to be Pontin’s holiday camps at Selsey and Bracklesham Bay, sadly both are now closed.
Anyway, around the nature reserve and back on the coast at Pagham. Two miles of shingle walking in a headwind felt like 10 miles. Finally reached Bognor and another lovely prom. Another day, another pier, another prom. Sounds dull but they are all so different. This one had a “beach on a beach” !! Finished at Butlins. My last Butlins of the walk.


Day 301 Bognor Regis to Worthing. 31,646 steps today and feeling a bit sore coming into Worthing when a man walks up to me and says “Kieran?” It was Tony, a fellow CHD who had been following the walk online. We were both born with the same heart defect, TGA. The days roll into each another so fast on this walk, I had forgotten that he was from Worthing and we had agreed to meet. So, it was a wonderful surprise that he jumped out on me during the walk. We chatted for a bit and then went our separate ways. I positively skipped the remaining mile and a half – all the aches and pains subsided rather quickly.
Before that, littlehampton looked pretty in November blue skies and the walk into Worthing was lovely. I didn’t have to tackle the shingle beach the whole way which was a bonus.
A beautiful setting sun enhanced my Worthing pics. I even got a seagull to pose.


Day 302 Worthing to Brighton. My name is Kieran and I am scared of heights and bridges. On this walk I have, reluctently, gone over the highest and scariest coastal bridges. Today however, I finally found a bridge that I was happy with. The Adur ferry bridge which links Shoreham over the River Adur has reinforced glass from floor to eye level, doesn’t move and isn’t very long. I enjoyed it so much I went back over it again for fun.
This led eventually to a grim industrial area sadly but rejoined the coast just before Hove. The walk from there to Brighton was photo-tastic. The huge BA i360 dominates the skyline but I loved the old Victorian buildings, the wreck of the West Pier and of course, the Brighton Palace Pier.
Noisy, energetic, traditional, futuristic, artistic and sometimes utterly zany, Brighton prom really has something for everyone. I enjoyed watching a posing rollerblader get tangled in a dog lead. Who wouldn’t?
Bought some Brighton Rock to annoy my dentist and left Brighton gasping for breath. And all this on a cold November morning, must be mad in summer!!


Day 303 Brighton to Seaford. I had to make last minute changes to the walk today as my ankle was not happy. There’s always one! So reduced the mileage and did circular walks in Brighton, Rottendean, Newhaven and Seaford. All very different and I actually found a hill and a cliff. It’s been ages since I was up on a cliff.
At school, we had a short holiday to Dieppe to try to annoy the French with our pigeon French. So memories flooded back in Newhaven as I watched the ferry leave for Dieppe. I remember an old Frenchman talking to our French teacher Mr White, for about 5 minutes. It was fast french with incredible gesticulations from the old man. Mr White nodded in agreement every now and said “Oui” a number of times. Afterwards we asked Mr White what the man was talking about. “I have no idea” he said and we all wet ourselves laughing.
I now have two days off and back on Saturday.


Day 304 Seaford to Eastbourne. Wet and Windy day with a headwind. A wetheadwindy day! I have been looking forward to this one for 303 days now. I went to see the Seven Sisters a few years ago only for sea mist to cover them. So I pleased that I got a few good pics before the fog rolled in. Very hard walk as the total elevation was around 1500ft. There were plenty of walkers around so it felt like a team effort. I would love to do this walk again in summer as the white cliffs go so much better with blue sky. Eastbourne was getting dark by the time I reach the prom. Very pretty pier but the entrance was condoned off because of yesterday’s fire that ripped through The Claremont hotel on the seafront. Very sad seeing it reduced to a shell. It was built in 1851 and overlooks the pier.
Feet up now and clothes are drying.


Day 305 Eastbourne to Hastings. Damp, drizzly walk again with some dull noisy road walking. “Eastbourne – where all the shop windows are bi-focal”
Actually, Bexhill is where the oldies are but Eastbourne is where the youngsters hang out. I learnt this from my astonishingly poor tour guide, Joanna. “There’s the train, there’s the sea, this is the beach” I am teasing, Joanna is a fellow CHD who walked with me from Bexhill to Hastings. It is always lovely to meet fellow CHD’ers and we gassed all the way to Hastings. Amazingly, she has just ran a half marathon from starting out on a couch to 5K.
The walk today was very flat which was very much welcomed after Beachy Head yesterday.
We got to Hastings in the dark as we stopped for a coffee at the beautiful art deco De La Warr Pavillion in Bexhill. Well worth a view.


Day 306 Hastings to Rye. Last full day in East Sussex. Blustery, rainy day. I enjoyed walking around both Hastings old town, Rock-a-Nore and Rye. Cute place names like Fairlight, Ore and Prett.
Rye has a very interesting history:
“Medieval maps show that Rye was originally located on a huge embayment of the English Channel called the Rye Camber, which provided a safe anchorage and harbour. Probably as early as Roman times, Rye was important as a place of shipment and storage of iron from the Wealden iron industry. The Mermaid Inn originally dates to 1156. Rye, as part of the Saxon Manor of Rameslie, was given to the Benedictine Abbey of Fécamp in Normandy by King Æthelred; it was to remain in Norman hands until 1247”
For more,_East_Sussex


Day 307 Rye to Dungeness. Reached the most South-easterly point on mainland Britain. The last of my 8 compass points. Also the last nuclear power station. I had to chop the walk into bits as I was stuck in traffic on my way to the walk. The tide was in on Camber Sands and enough wind to blow Trump’s wig over the Atlantic. This area is very flat and once the wind gets up there is nothing to be a wind break. My cap survived, in fact the closer I am to the finish, the more desperate I am not to lose it. Dungeness looked bleak on a wet windy November day. Even the two lighthouses looked fed up. Turning the corner was fantastic moment, mostly due to the relief from the wind but also the significance of it. I have finish the long eastward trek from Lands End and now only have a small northerly section and then westbound along the Thames. Eeekkk


Day 308 Lydd On Sea to Folkestone. A real trip down memory lane today. As a child we had a week in Dymchurch every summer thanks to our family friend Sylvia. Every visit to somewhere from childhood you utter the phrase “I remember when all this was fields” at some point. I did that today only once because most of Dymchurch hasn’t changed much. The caravan park has changed obviously. The smell of stale cigarettes and spilt beer is not acceptable nowadays so they nnocked down the old clubhouse. The main change has been the sea wall. Already huge in the 70’s, a new solution had to be found after a few floods. The tide was coming in so I didnt get to see the golden sand where I built many a castle in my youth.
Onto Hythe, wisely skirting around the firing range. For amusement, I made sure every gunshot was replied loudly with “OUCH” It didnt stop them.
I stopped for lunch with Sylvia and her husband Dave and we had Ham baguettes and a large dolup of reminiscing. So lovely to see them both again. All the wet weather gear was reluctently put on and I left their warm house for more wet walking.
Folkestone appeared eventually and it was dark by the time I found the BHF shop to finish.
Wet, windy, nostaligic walk. I stupidly put some biscuits in my rucksack and I now have soggy Ginger Nuts. I will leave that thought with you


Day 309 Folkestone to Dover. I had to do two circular walks yesterday in Folkestone and Dover as my ankle was not happy. On the plus side it looks like BBC South East will be coming out to film me next week which hopefully will bring in more donations.


Day 310 Dover to Deal. Dover harbour really is a fascinating to watch from up on the white cliffs. I could have sat all morning watching the loading, unloading, reversing and setting off of the ferries.
The garden of England stopped watering its plants today and I have lovely deep blue sky all day. St Margaret at Cliffe is actally one of the best places to see the white cliffs. I loved that bay. I must have taken 5 or 6 videos as the waves crashed into the cliffs. Deal or no Deal was definately Deal with a nice long prom to guide my sore feet in. Amazingly, I actually went on the pier – even right to the end!! No my height and bridges phobias werent cured, the pier was made of concrete and you couldnt see through the floor.
I only have a few more coastal walks left before chugging down the Thames. Excited to finish but sad to leave.


Day 311 Deal to Ramsgate. Only 4 of my 14 miles today were next to the sea as I had to go inland. The detour was to get over the River Stour at Sandwich. Kent looked spiffing today as the sun paid a visit once again. Golfers hitting their balls and dogs fetching their balls formed the main part of my walk north from the bustling town of Deal. At Sandwich Bay, I left the coast to walk along private roads with huge houses, passing the Royal St Georges golf club. The small nibble of Sandwich I saw looked nice. I am sure it is deep filled with people trying to earn a crust…..I will stop with the breadpuns !!
I decided to spend a penny at the public toilets only to be charged 40p by a lady at the entrance. I backed away saying, “I’m sure I can hang on” and succesfully found a bush 5 minutes later.
I spent the next few miles alongside a main road inhaling eager Saturday driver’s exhaust fumes. The only interesting thing was seeing a plaque on the ground where local schools had buried a time capsule. To be opened in 2057.
I wonder what they put in it.
Onto Ramsgate and the lovely quays. Looking south I could still see ferries in the distance. My next walk on Monday, I will finish this small northerly section and turn westwards, facing London. Eeek! ITV Meridian are now filming me on Monday. 9am Ramsgate bandstand if anyone is interested. I have done a few of these and they are usually quite fun.
Day Off tomorrow…. yes



Lands End and the Lizard


Arriving at Newquay was a real delight for me though underneath this satisfaction, there was a nagging feeling that something wasn’t right with my body. My left leg was still not recovering from the walks and I hoped that the relatively flat section around Newquay would give it a better chance of recovery. During the walk from Newquay to Perranporth my gut feeling was proved right when at the top of a 200ft climb, I noticed that I had an irregular heartbeat.

Getting used to a new heartbeat straight after transplant was a strange thing and adding exercise into the mix made it a fascinating period of time. I have always pushed this lovely gift, running the London Marathon twice, skydiving and hill walking. I have a max heart rate of 120 bpm but it has always been in sinus rhythm no matter what I have put it through.

I listened to the rhythm and realised I was getting ectopic beats. This is when an extra beat is added which throws the rhythm off and often there is a short period of time when you can’t hear your heart beating. Then, a heavy thud returns things to normal. I had never had these beats whilst exercising before.

On top of this cliff, I sat down and whilst catching my breath, listened intently to my new funky rhythms. The view of Perran sands made the worrying situation a little better. I rested for a while until I had recovered and set of down to the beach.

As I approached Perranporth along the huge sweeping golden sands, I realised the tide was coming in and asked the lifeguard if I had time to nip around the bottom of the last cliff before Perranporth got cut off from Perran Sands. He said it was touch an go. I wasn’t going to risk it and this left me with another climb to the top of the cliff before finally going back down to the finish. As soon as I had done 20 steps upwards, my heart was off again doing its groovy jazz beat. A group of 20 year olds were behind me and as I pulled over to the side to let them pass, a cocky dude with a straight jaw and a six pack, mocked me. He had seen “5000 mile walk” on the back of my rucksack.

“Haha, you’ll have to get fitter if your going to walk 5000 miles around the coastline”

For a split second I was transported back to childhood hearing the fit boys teasing my heart condition. I looked him straight in the eye and said:

“Well I have walked 4100 miles so far”.

Our eyes locked and his face dropped. His brain was trying to compute the scenario.

“whoa….um”, was all he could muster.

I told the group about my walk, my transplant, ectopic beats, the BHF and congenital heart disease. I gave out my “business” cards and was amused as the cocky lad went to tuck the card into his speedos.
They were all really interested and having adjusted the dude’s perceptions of hidden illnesses they went on ahead of me.

It was an immensely satisfying moment and it carried me up to the top of the cliff. I finished the walk at Perranporth and headed back to my Travelodge knowing that I needed to look seriously at the situation. My needy poor left leg had now been relegated as my heart took up most of my attention – yet again!

Day 245 Newquay to Perranporth 11 miles 1900 elevation

I decided to cancel next few legs and hoped that rest would do the trick. It was a hard decision to make. I would usually rest then start again from where I left off but lots of things had already been arranged for my arrival at Lands End. Cancelling them was the only option. So I have 5 legs from Perranporth to Pendeen to go back and do.

Day 246 Perranporth to Portreath 12 miles  2250 elevation
Day 247 Portreath to Hayle 12 miles 1362 elevation
Day 248 Hayle to St Ives 6 miles 751 elevation
Day 249 St Ives to Pendeen 16 miles 2683 elevation

Sylvi joined me on “Day 250” for my walk into Lands End. My beats had gone back to normal and I felt confident that I would be ok. The walk went well and as we approached Sennen Cove (about a mile from Lands End) I received a phone call that BBC Spotlight, the SW region TV news programme, were sending a cameraman and interviewer to do a piece for my arrival. We met Paul the cameraman and he filmed us at Sennen Cove.

Walking along the coast path to Lands End is something that has gone around my head for years and years. It didn’t disappoint. I felt elated and had a tears in my eye as we walked towards it. Before we met up with Eleanor the journalist, I punched the air and screamed “yyeeeeessss” as we walked past the famous signpost. No-one battered an eyelid. Lands End is full of people doing crazy things. They are usually starting or finishing though. I have to be different!
The piece that they did for the evening news was excellent, see below:

The following day became a “BHF and my walk awareness day” at Lands End. Sylvi and I were joined by BHF fundraising managers, area managers, volunteers, two CHD’ers and eventually Simon Gillespie, CEO of the BHF.
We gave out cards, chatted to lots of people, had the traditional Lands End picture taken and walked to Senna Cove and back. It was a glorious day full of humour, fun alongside some sad stories of how peoples lives have been afftcted by heart disease too. Tracey, Maria and myself even got our scars out!! We raised a bit of money and we all went home happy.

My ectopics, however, had come back towards the end of the filming the previous day so I decided to take some more time off and went back home to Dawlish.

The walk, like cliff walking is a bit of a roller-coaster.

I took the next section steadily and split longer walks in two. It worked perfectly. The heartbeats were strong and powerful on the elevations and went back to normal on the flatish bits. Lands End to Lizard is an incredible section. High cliffs look down upon many beautiful sandy coves and lead you to gorgeous Mousehole, Penzance and then the stunning St Michaels Mount at Marazion. Bad weather or should I say typically Cornish weather, greeted me a Lizard Point – the most Southerly point on mainland Britain.

I have now visited the most easterly (Lowestoft) northerly (Dunnet Head) westerly (Ardnamurchan) and southerly (Lizard point)

Here is a selection of photos from Day 250 to Day 255:


Day 250 Pendeen to Lands End 10 miles 1522 elevation

Awareness Day at Lands End

Day 251 Lands End Porthcuno 5 miles  891 elevation

Day 252 Porthcuno to Lamorna 7miles 1113 elevation

Day 253 Lamorna to Marazion 10 miles 725 elevation

Day 254 Marazion to Portleven 11 miles 1916 evaluation

Day 255 Portleven to Lizard Point 13 miles 2412 elevation


Cornwall has been stunning and even the massive influx of tourists during the summer holidays hasn’t annoyed me, it has given me a chance to tell my story and get donations. I still have some lovely locations to walk through before Devon awaits me once again.

K x

Hardest walks so far

Since last blogging I have had the toughest set of walks of the 244 done so far. There were some very hard days in NW Scotland and sporadic tough walks in England and not forgetting the difficult sections of the Pembrokeshire coast path but I seem to have had a few easy walks in between the hard ones making it feel both physically and mentally easier.

The south west coast path (SWCP) has been constantly hard and sadly my left leg is now starting to be a pain in the……um……leg. It is gruelling at times with parts so steep it is easier crawling on all fours up the cliff. I have been carrying 4 litres of fluid in my backpack which I have used up pretty much every day.

Here are some SWCP stats:

15 walks averaging 12.2 miles each day. 183 miles in total walked. Elevation total was 38,023 feet or 1.3 Mt Everests. The average temperature was 25 degrees. Hard work.

I have now reached Newquay and have two days rest before undulating  myself along to Lands End. In total, I have walked 4075 miles and climbed nearly 250,000ft (8.5 x Mt Everest)

Alongside the hard work comes the rewards of the views, the people I meet and the donations coming in. The good weather is great for the photos but more of a hindrance for long distance walking. Luckily, the SWCP meanders in an out of woods quite frequently and a break of 3 miles in the woods refreshes me enough to cope with the blazing sun on the cliff tops. I carry a small cool box that has a ice cold drink and a flannel and also a towel attached to the outside of my rucksack. Even starting at 6-7am only gives me an hour or two of relief out of a 7-8 hour day.

Both North Devon and North Cornwall have stunning coastlines scattered with many small beaches and coves. They also have huge long sandy beaches where on the odd occasion, the boots came off and I paddled for a few miles.

An odd thing I noticed as I passed through these beaches were how out of place I felt. In this “heatwave” or “summer” as I like to call it, the holidaymakers were all out in their underwear (which is what Speedo’s and Bikinis are effectively) and I had socks, boots shorts, belt, long sleeve wicking top, “walking the coastline” tabbard, a faded BHF hat and a huge rucksack. I might has well have been in a formal suit with all these semi naked bodies running around me. I noticed lots of people pointing and mutterings of  “5000 miles? did you see that?”. It obviously doesn’t bother me as this is an awareness walk as well as a fundraiser but I constantly have the feeling that I have turned up at a non fancy dress party in fancy dress.

The tabbard is helping now I am in a more populated area. People not only read the rucksack from behind but now they see a red blob coming towards them, eventually reading the words and often stop to chat. I have given out more cards on this section than anywhere else and more and more donations are coming in.

I can’t possibly single out a favourite part of the SWCP so far, so here is a collection of my favourite pictures.

Day 230 Minehead to Porlock Weir 9 miles 1824 elevation

Day 231 Porlock Weir to Lynton 12 miles 3435 elevation

Day 232 Lynton to Coombe Martin 13 miles 3766 elevation

Day 233 Coombe Martin to Woolacombe 13 miles 3317 elevation (Rain!!)

Day 234 Woolacombe to Barnstable 17 miles 1231 elevation

Day 235 Barnstable to Westwood Ho! 14 miles 404 elevation

Day 236 Westwood Ho! to Clovelly 11 miles  2995 elevation

Day 237 Clovelly to Hartland Quay 12 miles 2382 elevation

Day 238 Hartland Quay to Bude 15 miles 4170 elevation

Day 239  Bude to Crackington Haven 10 miles 2494 elevation

Day 240 Crackington Haven to Tintagel 11 miles 3494 elevation

Day 241 Tintagel to Port Isaac 9 miles 2589 elevation

Day 242 Port Isaac to Padstow 12 miles 2923 elevation

Day 243 Padstow to Porthcothan 14 miles 1561 elevation

Day 244 Porthcothan to Newquay 11 miles 1447 elevation


I will be arriving at Lands End on the 1st August 2018 where I will be greeted by Simon Gillespie the CEO of the BHF and other BHF volunteers and staff. It should be quite a party as the day before I will be celebrating my 9th transplant anniversary. If anyone is in the area and is free in the morning, please come along. We’ll have a cuppa,chat and photos before I take off for a short 5 mile walk. Use the contact button to message me and I can tell you more details.

Looking into the future, I have around 60 days walking left to complete the walk. I have never looked further than a few weeks ahead in all the time I have been doing this (since Feb 2017!!) but once I round Lands End, I may start to count down the days. Obviously I still have 100’s of miles left and quite a few Mt Everests to climb but I am starting to get a little excited about the thought of completing this. At this moment in time though, I don’t want it to end. Honestly, I would love to go around again – maybe clockwise?? lol

Please keep sharing my twitter link, facebook page and this blog/website. Being alone all day on a cliff or in a field is not ideal for fundraising to say the least, so I am relying on followers to spread the word and get sponsorship/donations that way.

Finally, has anyone got a left leg they want to lend me? I’ll give it back when I finish…..whenever that is.

Thanks for reading and sharing

Kieran xx