It’s day one of the fifth annual fund-raising walk in memory of teenager Naomi Gough. Courier reporter Toby Higgins has joined Naomi’s family and friends for the 60-mile trek to Blackpool – and his feet are hurting already
If an army marches on it’s stomach then the troop of people making our way to Blackpool got off to the best possible start – bacon butties all round or two if, like me, you had eyes bigger than your stomach.
At the time of writing we’re sitting by the canal in Todmorden eating lunch and the memory of scoffing bacon sandwiches feels like a lifetime ago.
I’m not too ashamed to be the first one showing signs of blisters at this stage - apparently last year the first yelps of pain came at Luddenden Foot.
We left Halifax at around ten and, each at our own pace, made our way towards King Cross and down Burnley Road through Hebden Bridge and to Todmorden.
So far the weather, and the people we’ve met have been very kind to us. We’re carrying collection boxes and lots of people have asked us about the walk. In our bright yellow T-shirts I imagine it’s hard for people not to be intrigued and many have wished us luck.
I’ve spoken to several members of the group about why they’re walking and how they knew Naomi - I’ll blog more about that tomorrow.
At the moment, Naomi’s Mum and Dad, Bev and Steve, are making sure we’re all watered and fed. Bev is kindly bringing me remedies for my blistering feet. I’ve only done 12 miles, but to quote Annie Lennox, I feel just like I’m walking on broken glass.
Hopefully I’ll be able to hobble to Burnley and see how it is in the morning - when we’ll be pushing on towards Preston.