Day One

We started in the picturesque village of Bowness On Solway where we stayed in a lovely bed and breakfast called Maia Lodge. There Gillian the landlady got up with us at 05:00 am and prepared a breakfast of our request consisting mainly brown toast and jam, cereals, fruit, fruit juice and a pot of tea of course.

The start or finish for some people, is an oak framed shelter with a Roman tiled floor. When we looked out to our left we looked across the Solway Firth to Scotland on the opposite banks.

We kicked off at 06:15 am with the aim to complete 43 miles that day. We planned for three stops along the way to top up our gel and water supplies and to rest while we ate our pre-prepared food. This turned out to be OK for the first two stops. But, as the heat rose and the sun got higher in the sky we realised we needed to double the amount of stops. We were getting through double the amount of water than we planned. Around 1.5 litres an hour. I was taking GoGels every six miles and adding a Nuun tablet to a 500ml bottle on my hip and 1 litre of water in my back-pack.

Once we got to mile 24 the altitude started climbing and by mile 35 the hills and terrain climbed steeply and our Garmin 305's ran out of power. Also by this point our feet were aching and we started to develop our individual aches and pains. Stewart was suffering with cramps which made it very difficult for him to run down hill. Graham had back pain which made climbing hills harder and I had a pain in both groins and inner thighs. This had no bearing on whether I ran up or down hill - it all hurt the same.

We were heavily delayed mainly because of the heat and with the light failing we had to call day one to a close a couple of miles short of the 43 mile mark. We radioed ahead to Donnie who picked us up and took us to the nearest pub at Haltwhistle. There we had a well deserved pint and some pub grub. We also met Brenda while we were being served at the bar. We explained what we were aiming to achieve and how far we had come so far. I gave her our card with the blog address on. Low and behold, when we got home Friday I found she had made a generous donation and left a comment on this blog. Thank you Brenda.

From the pub we were supposed to drive some distance to the T.A. Centre to sleep but we decided we couldn't wait or even make the journey so Donnie had booked us into a family chalet just ten minutes away at a place called Glendale Lodge where we met Peter the owner who put us up at short notice.

By 10:00 pm we were all in our beds tired and aching. Shortly after our heads hit the pillows we were away in the land of Nod, our alarm clocks set for another 05:00 am wake up.