However, that's not the full story. The full story is that in November, I spent a month on chemotherapy drugs and totally lost my physical well-being. So it goes. Nevertheless, I signed up for the Parish Walk and, in weather conditions so bad that other Parish Walkers have been hospitalised with hypothermia, I managed to get to Peel, which is as far as you're actually allowed to go unsupported (anyone walking beyond Peel has to have a support vehicle).
Some phorographical imagecreation-machines.
Receiving a hat that saved my sanity, for the backflaps on it protected my iPod earphones during the storm that raged endlessly

Proof of Hat and, also, The Sloc. Look how FAR BENEATH me the background is.

Oh. 7h, 25mins, putting me in the top 18% of the folk who reached Peel. (148th out of 790).
Aside from me, this dude:

This dude walked the full 85 miles in less than 24 hours. He was ahead of me for eighteen miles. This dude is fúcking awesome.