This isn’t a democracy we’re running here. Lord Elpus designed our TGO Challenge Route for this May and Andy & I bowed meekly to his noble authority. Mad’n’BadAndy found and booked all the accommodation for the Challenge; Lord E and I simply acquiesced. I’m doing transport.
And the PreWalkDaunder.
It just works like that. So, the route has been sent out and so far there has only been one squeak of mild alarm from one Daunderer who shall remain nameless, so that’s pretty good. There’s usually a lot more wailing and gnashing of teeth. And so here it is. We are following the red line in a clockwise direction. To do it widdershins style would just be just wrong and invite all sorts of bad karma for the following Challenge. No. Clockwise it has to be. You can click on the map to make it bigly huge.
And now, for the cartographically challenged amongst our congregation, (it’s okay, there’s no shame – just don’t tell your mates) here it is in all its three-dimensional glory. You can click on it to make it fantastically huge and awe-inspiring. Go on. Click on it. You know you want to,
Shock and Awe, eh? The walk is about 24 of the Her Madge’s Imperial Miles long and has us clambering up hill for about 7,200 of her imperial feet.
That should loosen up the sinews and provide Lord Elpus with the stimulation he craves. It’s a tough job, organising the Daunder, but as Miss Whiplash won’t be there to beast him up those hills and plough him through those bogs (Bigert Mire sounds promising, heh!) he'll need all of Andy’s and my encouragement to get him into tip-top condition.