Today we will reach half way!
Perfect time for mum to stumble, fall in front of a street load of people and totally smash her phone. Should I dream a phone company will see this and offer me a new one? I would probably just donate it to the cause anyway. After all, the support we are getting is heart warming and inspirational to us weary travellers. From back home or on the trail, every one is digging into their wallets or cheering us on.
THANK YOU!😍
Today we were to head for the Nine Standards Rigg at the summit of Hartley Fell in the Pennine Hills. (Yet another mountain!) From there the route is marked through a rather dangerous bog. The guiding factor, a line of blue poles from which you point your body in the direction of the next one and walk in a very straight line. Coming towards the cairns, we began to think this plan might not be one that works for us today. It felt as if we were in the 'Labyrinth' movie where the choice was back home, safety, sunshine, downhill! OR...Onwards to a muddy watery grave. And that is no poetic dramatisation. So we headed back down hill. A wasted journey of about an hour and a half, but the safety for our children was immeasurable.
Not to be disheartened for long, we soon came across a welcome sign. Have we really already reached North Yorkshire? Home, here we come!
'There’s a picture from the Second World War of a trail of
Polish refugees. I don’t know the name of the photographer, nor the year it was
taken. What I do know, is that I saw one almost exactly like it last year –
albeit in colour – of refugees being marched out of Hungary. I learned about
the Second World War at school, and from my father. I wondered how many people
who didn’t have to flee their homes helped those that did. I want to be one of
those people who is helping, and volunteer at Refugee Action York. I don’t do
much – but at least I’m not doing nothing.'
Article submitted by Anon.
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