For me it was a real journey into the unknown. On the one hand, I was
really worried about whether my leg would stand up to 18 miles of wear
and tear, but on the other I was just delighted to be off my crutches and
walking normally again. It was such a relief not to be going ‘clonk, clonk,
clonk’ down the road all the time, having to swing my legs in front of me
every step of the way. So, as we set off on the first leg around the South
Bank and across the Millennium Bridge, I told myself to simply enjoy it.
As usual, Bob was soon attracting a lot of attention. There was a real
party atmosphere and a lot of the charity fundraisers began taking snaps of
him as we walked. He wasn’t in the friendliest of moods, which was
understandable. It was way past his bed time and he could feel the cold
coming off the Thames. But I had a generous supply of snacks as well as
some water and a bowl for him. I’d also been assured there would be a
bowl of milk at the stop-off points. We will give it our best shot, I said to
myself.
