Foot by foot...

A great man once wrote:

"However, the signs are there … e-mail traffic on the up, nervous laughter, twitching body language, fake injuries and what’s more, yes the truth … the hills are calling, pain beckoning. Cometh the hour … cometh the man."

I have highlighted the relevant scripture for this blog. I further present for your attention two exhibits:

a) A foot. A perfect physical Pythonesque example.













b) Foot (right) of patient Staplehurst, R.

Now: The above subject, having been a driving force in this expedition is now claiming that his role in climbing may be in jepardy due to a 'squash incident'.

Having raised nearly £1,500 at this point and all the rest of the team carrying a HUGE 35ltr rucksack each we are refusing to allow aforementioned Staplehurst, R to abstain from further physical pain.

Therefore we ask for donations of huskies and sled so that we can haul our founding member if required around on our merry jaunt.

Failing this we can amputate and fit a spring to allow further leverage on his downhill boundings.