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Transcription The Queen. The publicity gained by this interview was only
too evident, judged by the number of motorists who sounded
their horns and waved at us when we continued our journey
towards Bicester, and a meeting with the Mayor at 2 pm.
Due to a miscalculation on my part when planning the timetable
for the walk, we found that we had nearly five hours to cover
the relatively short distance to Bicester. As a consequence, we
suffered the frustrating experience of having to wait for over an
hour in a secluded spot just outside the town. However, we
were certain of making the deadline and, because John had
previously walked for charity in the Bicester area, meeting some
of his old friends and admirers. In fact, on the outskirts of
Bicester, a passing motorist ' screeched' to a halt and the driver
turned out to be a friend that John hadn't seen for twenty
years! The 2 pm appointment in Bicester Market Square was
duly met and, after a short reception by the Mayor and some
of the residents of Bicester, we were back on the road, this
time in the direction of Banbury, John's home town. Because
of my earlier miscalculations, we had a little under three hours
to cover the fifteen miles because we had arranged to meet the
Deputy Mayor of Banbury at John's home at 5 pm. However,
refreshed by the reception at Bicester and the earlier un-
scheduled rest, we fairly ' motored ' along the A421 and the
appointment was kept—just! The hour or so spent in John's
home sampling the welcome hospitality of his wife, Audrey,
put us in good heart to tackle the rather undulating road from
Banbury to CAD Kineton. CAD Kineton proved to be the
only stop during that week where we were able to sleep in a
proper bed and eat at a proper table. In addition to the
walkers, our collectors also had a busy day and, largely due to
the kind residents of Bicester and Banbury, our money total was
beginning to look quite healthy. There were no particular
humorous incidents on that day but, again, we were happy in
the knowledge that our target had been reached, despite the
miscalculations!
Day Three. Bank Holiday Monday and a day on which we
didn't have any appointments to keep. We were thus able to
concentrate on walking at our own pace without any other
distractions. It was a day, however, on which we encountered
some difficult walking conditions. The A41 which passes CAD
Kineton may be a popular road for motorists but, because of the
lack of pavements, proved quite hazardous for walking. We
were in familiar country to the Kineton personnel and it must
have proved more difficult for John because, unlike him, I
didn't know what lay ahead and just kept on walking. The
A41 having been negotiated with success, and a great deal of
relief, we made our first stop of that day at Leamington Spa.
The prospects for fund raising that day promised to be quite
good because the weather was improving all the time and many
tourists were in evidence. Our collectors, having had limited
success, then moved on to Warwick where, positioning them-
selves outside the Castle gates, they made something of a killing.
In the meantime, the walkers were going along at a fair pace
and enjoying the sunshine.
Another road problem occurred when, on leaving Warwick
and doing a quick recce of the A46, we found that it was more
akin to a three-lane motorway and was certainly not suitable
for walking along. A quick adjustment to our route having
been made, we found ourselves walking through the lovely
Warwickshire countryside in the direction of Coventry which,
again, proved rather troublesome. As with a lot of modern
cities, the walkways in Coventry consist of a number of sub-
ways resembling a rabbit warren and it is quite easy for a
' foreigner' to get lost—which we quite easily did! Our failure
to make the rendezvous with our support vehicle caused a
certain amount of panic in Pat Beales and we weren't too happy
about the situation either. However, we eventually got through
the city and headed off in the direction of Nuneaton and Hinck-
ley where we were to stage overnight. Pete McCoy, in his
wisdom, had chosen as our resting place a piece of common
land which was available to the general public for various
forms of recreational activity. The spot he had chosen as
our camp site was adjacent to an area set aside for model air-
craft flying and I now know what it must be like for people
who live near Heathrow airport! We had now passed the half-
way point of our walk and, with satisfaction, we settled down
for the night knowing that the rest of the walk was to be all
' down-hill.'
Day Four. This was a day that proved to be interesting
and, we hoped, profitable. Our route was to take us through
some large residential areas including Leicester, Loughborough
and Nottingham and we had some scheduled (and unscheduled)
appointments. I don't know what Pete had put in our break-
Photo Liverpool Daily Post.
The walkers taking tea with the Chairman of the Liverpool City
Council, Councillor Hugh Dalton.
fast but both John and I felt rather spritely that morning and
we covered the distance from Hinckley to Leicester in rapid
time. When I wrote my letters to the BBC local radio
stations, Leicester was one of the stations from whom I hadn't
received a reply. It was, therefore, much to our surprise to
find a BBC recordist waiting for us some five miles outside
Leicester on the road to Loughborough. As we had recently
rested and were loathe to break our rhythm, the recordist kindly
agreed to do an interview ' on the move.' Picture the scene of
two walkers moving quite quickly with a sound recordist ' in
tow,' microphone and tape recorder included. We didn't have
the opportunity to listen to that interview but the recordist
deserves some sort of award if he reproduced the interview with
clarity. Having, therefore, left behind a rather breathless
BBC man, we were now well on the way to Loughborough and
an area I am familiar with. It was agreed before the walk
that, as far as local knowledge was concerned, the first half
belonged to John and the second half belonged to me. Again,
we found that we were well up on schedule and could afford to
slow the pace between Loughborough and Nottingham. We had
an appointment with the Mayor of Beeston and we didn't want
to repeat our Bicester experience for fear of stiffening up. On
reaching Nottingham, I found that I was not as familiar
with the area as I had thought. I was stationed at'Chilwell some
eighteen years ago so it was not surprising perhaps that a great
deal of change had been made to the Nottingham road system.
However, we did manage to pick our way through yet another
warren of streets and headed off in the direction of Chilwell
and the local Sports' Centre where we were to meet the Mayor
of Beeston or, more accurately, Broxtowe. The Mayor of
Broxtowe, a lady, proved to be a very kindly person who
insisted on footing the bill for all beverages consumed at
the Sports' Centre bar. In order to maintain some form of
image, John and I had decided that we would not consume
alcohol during the walk but, at the end of another busy day,
we could have done with something a little stronger than the
Coke we did have. Due to a misunderstanding, we found that
there was no accommodation for us at Chilwell so our tent
was pitched on the lawn at the back of the Sergeants Mess.
However, we did manage to have a bath and the use of the
kitchen in which to cook our rations. The whole walk was
dampened by the news we received in Chilwell that Pat Beales's
mother has just died of cancer and, of course, he would have
to return to Kineton. Not only were we naturally saddened by
the news but we were also extremely sad to lose a companion
who had been a constant source of humour and encouragement.
Pete McCoy volunteered to take Pat back to Kineton so he
had a long overnight trip in order to get back to Chilwell in
time for the following morning. Any humorous incidents on that
day were soon forgotten and it was with an air of sadness that
we continued our walk.
Day Five. Very early and in torrential rain we set off in
the direction of Derby and an interview with Peter Gore on his
' Up and About' programme, scheduled for 8.30 am. Had we
known what was in store for us, we might not have bothered
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