Dance day 5
Long Melford - Risby
Awoke to the most miserable day of the trip.
After a good nights sleep and a brief encounter with a beautiful female ghost, with long black hair, who told me something very positive which I can't quite recollect, we head towards Risby.
After taking a brief detour to see the beautiful A134, we get back on the right track!
Again we are carrying all our gear... About 4 miles down the road my achilles gives in and I drop way behind. This is not good. We stop in the next village and we decide it would be best for me to drop out as I would have only held everyone up. It's a horrible day weather wise and this only brings me down even more. I have to say I'm absolutely gutted that I won't be able to finish the dance at my friends side. Standing in the rain, we say our goodbyes : (
I call for a taxi and am taken with all the bags to our next hotel in Risby.
I get some sleep and try hard to heal myself in the hope I may walk tomorrow.
The guys arrive at about 7, we eat some food and meet Ann and Paul, the owners of The White Horse Coaching Inn, Risby. The hotel and reception received is lovely.
A free bowl of chips and it's to sleep.
(Adam)
Oww, oww, oww, oww, oww, oww, oww!
Today has been hell! Adam left me with Tom for the whole day and the pain today has been unbearable, but it's all part of my ninja training so I've gotta do it! If I'm honest, To was fine, in fact we had a good laugh! We did see a herd of deer plus 2 stags with huge antlers, which was a highlight! It's been raining all day as well so all in it's been really tough. I spent ost of the day singing to distract myself from my painful testicles, hopefully no one heard!!!
We finally arrived at the White Horse in Risby to a warm welcome and very comfy beds. I'm looking forward to my bed. Goodnight!!! x x x x
(Jamie)
Today I stuck some sticky bobs to my hat! They didn't stick very well as it was a bit wet and I'm not sure how long they will last....
Slept well in the massive bed at The Bull Hotel and a very posh breakfast of beans on toast seemed as if it was Masterchef material!
We headed off from Melford with our backpacks in the wrong direction, danced half a mile in the wrong direction but eventually got back on track. It gets lonely out on the back roads without people in cars beeping and waving to spur you on. Started to tire, bad leg, in the afternoon and it was time to break out the Kendal mint cake! It helped for a bit, as did the herd of deer who watched us a while but my ankle gave up in the end and was a strange hobble dance over the few miles into Risby (just outside Bury St. Edmunds). A glass of wine and an early night should see me fit for tomorrow. But not before a chat to Ann and the locals at the bar to bring y spirits back up.
(Tom)
Here's hoping for a better tomorrow..
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