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Audio Book - available now!

20/12/2017

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Image courtesy of Mother Hen Films
My Channel Swim attempt, undertaken for Acorns Children's Hospice in August 2014, took 14 months to train for.  The swim itself, covering almost 22 miles, took over 11 hours.

The book, detailing not only the training and the swim, but also our experiences with Harry, took almost three years to write.  It was not a cathartic process.  If anything, it was more painful and harrowing than the swim and all of the training.

Peter Murray, professional voice-over artist, has now helped me produce a non-abridged audio version of the book.  It is available now on Amazon/Audible, here.
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Arctic Hike

11/12/2017

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WHALE End
WHALE End
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Not a footstep to be seen.
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I wasn't smiling quite so much three hours later.
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This is usually facing the other way!
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No trains today!
OK, maybe the heading is a little dramatic, but as the last post was "Hiking in the Snow", and I didn't just want to do a part 2, I thought this would suit.

I actually woke up to find a picture of our house, WHALE End, on Twitter.  Our neighbour had taken the photo from their house, explaining to a friend why they would not be over later for lunch.  The snow actually continued from that point on for most of the day, so the depth just kept increasing.

It goes without saying that it's a lot harder to walk in the snow.  I can do my 10 mile route in just over two hours (admittedly by jogging some of it).  Today, it took me over three hours.  Much of this involved 'high-stepping' through deep snow, feet sliding, and generally struggling to get a decent grip.

But it was beautiful and quiet out in the countryside!  The blanket of snow muffled the sound, and sometimes, silence was the only thing that could be heard.   I saw no deer today, though of course there were plenty of tracks to be seen.  I saw the buzzard again, in the same rough position as when it had been trying to scare the pigeons out a couple of day previously.  The bird gave a solitary cry to break the silence, and then flew away as soon as I tried to get a photo.  That buzzard does not like to be filmed!

It was only on the last few miles that I even saw any pheasants.  With the exception of one, even these animals flew away silently, instead of the garbled, warbling chatter they normally give.  It was as though even the animals had agreed that today should be a silent one, in respect of the snow.

This route takes me through a tunnel and under the railway line at one point, and then across the lines as I head back later.  Consequently, I usually hear the trains sounding their warning horn to clear pedestrians off the line.  Today, all was silent.  When I came to the line, with the tracks only partially visible above the snow, it was apparent why this was.

All in all, it was a beautiful walk.  It was a tough one though.  My 10kg backpack seemed to be gaining weight as I walked, so stopping for a pint at the end, it was a relief to take the load off my back. Beer was duly administered, consumed, and enjoyed.
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Hiking in the snow

8/12/2017

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Honestly - that's a deer!
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'Where has all the snow gone?'
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10 minutes later.... 'Oh, there it is!'
Having been ill, I've not been out hiking for almost four weeks.  It's quite depressing, having been charting my increasing progress week by week, to suddenly see it flat-line.

Today I was determined to get out again.  As I began to put my boots on, I noticed that it had gone very dark outside.  It's the sort of grey that causes the Brits to say, 'Looks like it might snow!'  Invariably, in the south, this just means rain.  Today, however, as I went to step out of the door, it really did snow.

It's a good job I'd not left the house any earlier, because I probably would have done so in just my thermal top and a T shirt over it.  As it was, I went and got my Gortex jacket, and as snowflakes half the size of my hand began to gently float down out of the sky, the ground was very quickly covered in a cm or two of snow.

It's exactly 2km from my house to the first countryside field I enter.  During that walk, I'd seen one idiot boy racer high-revving his car and deliberately spinning his wheels, and a businessman flying round the roundabout at breakneck speed, 100% happy and certain that his expensive Land Rover could not possibly slide due merely to snow and ice - because, after all, that's only what cheap cars do!

The countryside was peaceful and free from idiots (with the exception of one, trudging across the fields with a 10kg backpack on).  the snow was not thick enough to totally cover the grass, so it was still possible to see where the ruts were, and thus avoid twisting my ankle(s).

Within minutes, I'd seen a deer bounding out of the nearby hedge and skipping across the field.  By the time I'd got my phone out, switched it on and typed in my password, the deer was too far away.  I was just about to put my phone away when, further ahead, another sprang out.  The shot isn't great, but it was the best I could do.

The winter sun began to come out as I walked on.  As I skirted a woods, I could hear a buzzard calling.  I looked up and could clearly see it at the top of a nearby tree, calling repeatedly.  Huddled just two branches below, cowering together, were two pigeons.  The buzzard was trying to scare them out of the safety of the tree.  I took my phone out again, wanting to video the buzzard, but just as I did so, the pigeons made a dash for it.  The buzzard quickly followed them, heading away from me, and in moments I'd lost them from sight.  I could only guess at the fate of the pigeons.

The snow quickly melted from the fields under the weak winter sun, as the ground was not cold enough to sustain it.  I alternated between removing my hat, and having to pull it tightly over my ears when I turned into the biting wind.  I took a photo of me in a snow-less field, and less than ten minutes later, the snow began again.  This time, it was not a gentle fluttering of big, fluffy flakes.  It was a blizzard, with violent, hard blasts of snow that stung the skin.  The fields were quickly covered over once more, as was I.  All I could do was put my  head down and trudge on.  Luckily, I've done this route so many times now, I don't need a map, and I wasn't about to get lost.

This first real winter hike was dramatically different to the hot summer ones I'd enjoyed in previous months, but no less refreshing and exhilarating.  My legs ache, having been so under-used for weeks, but that too is a good ache.  Nepal looms in March, however, and I need to get ready for those hills!
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    Alan Gale

    One time soldier, part-time author, full-time training manager, husband and father.

    Swam 21.8 miles of the English Channel in August 2014 for Acorns Children's Hospice, in memory of our son, Harry Gale, raising over £13,000

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