Wainwright’s famous footpath is one of the UK’s classic long-distance walks – though these three masochists choose to run it
‘I’ve found mine,” said Alan with delight. In the palm of his hand was a small grey pebble. It doesn’t take a genius to find a stone on St Bees’ rocky shoreline, but this one was special. It was the one he’d chosen to carry in his pocket to the other side of the country. He held it in the air like a tiny trophy, while Tom and I hunted for ours. Finally we each settled on one. I gave mine a quick kiss and dropped it into my rucksack. “See you in a week,” I said nervously. A few photos, a shake of the legs, and we were ready to begin.
See you in a week, I said nervously. A few photos, a shake of the legs, and we were ready to begin