Day 11

21 02 2011

Dance day 7
Thetford - Wymondham

Most of my day was spent in a logistical nightmare, heading to and throw from town to town collecting luggage and joining the dots. I finally arrive at Wymondham after the guys. Who says the life of a roadie is easy??
(Adam)

Hello! We did 20 miles today! It was very tough. But a warm reception from a French man who hates vegetarians has lightened the mood! After a lovely meal (made begrudgingly) I fell into a well deserved sleep so this blog is not being written with it fresh in the mind so I will try my best to explain the day. I awoke very hungover after sharing 4 bottles of red, but the night was hugely enjoyable so it was worth it. Tom had left us a big push on the penultimate so Tuesday would be easy so off we went! the first 5 miles were OK but pain started to kick in after. Tom had saved a load of hi-energy foods to get us through the day so we kept a good pace but the paparazzi kept interrupting us. There was a photographer from Cambridge who had loads of cameras but none of them seemed to work so he held us up for ages. Then there was ITV Anglia news who sent out a man to film Tom, we were going past some pig farms and they were some horny porkers I must say but Tom wasn't distracted and kept a very professional attitude while I laughed my head off. At 6 when it was dark we stopped in a cool pub called the bear where the locals took at shine to us and donated some money. We still had 6 miles to go so we just got stuck in. It was hard and we didn't get to the hotel till late.But a warm welcome from everyone at the Abbey hotel was cool and i had some decent food and good conversation! big love!!!
(Jamie)

Today I stuck a teabag to my hat! The packet read "Traditional English". To make up for yesterday I also stuck a white feather to my hat but the feather fell in front of me while I was dancing.
A big day today, almost twenty miles. No chance of an early start today as Jamie is not moving fast out of his bed after last nights wine. I'm feeling fresh and rested however, must be down to the comfy beds at The Bell Inn.
After a quick photo by the Thomas Paine statue in Thetford, we are away but progress is slow as we are hounded by the press and lots of people who want to pull over and chat as we dance along. A fireman stops to offer us a cuppa in the warm and a man in Bridgham offers us his house for a rest though we can not stop as we are so far behind. Eventually we take a break for lunch and a rest only to have an hour taken up by a photographer with a dozen cameras that don't work!
A news man takes some footage of us and we stop again at the bar in Attleborough and watch ourselves on the telly. A very friendly pub but really, we just want to die in the corner for half an hour! Still no rest and is getting dark with still 5 miles to go...
Finally we roll into Wymondham and are lead to the Abbey hotel by a lovely lady named Abby. It must be 9.30 by now and our hearts are warmed when we are offered a drink as we walk in the door. Our host Romain turns out be quite a character in a distinctly Parisian sense. Even though it's late we sit up and a have a drink with Jessica and Mary Lou, delightful!
I've been dancing in my whites for four days now and I' worried they are not going to be very white for the telly when we arrive in Norwich tomorrow. Romain takes my kit to be washed. Legend!
(Tom)