Windermere to Liverpool
6 days of continuous walking, 15 to 20 miles a day, mainly weaving along the canals from Kendal to Liverpool, I passed through Lancaster and Preston, but not one mayor or fanfare to greet me. Lots of long days in the searing heat. My mate Ben will confirm that I was a walking disaster on arrival in Liverpool. 
One of the highlights was watching the sunset near Morecombe Bay, with views of the Lake District in the distance, photos taken on my phone will never show the full glory, but the snaps will remind me.
Biggest regret from last week was switching to new hiking trainers (cheap -idiot). I knew it’d be risky. I was amazed at how they disintegrated over the course of a week, the trainers are now in the bin. They fell apart and in the process ripped up my toes, I counted six blisters at one stage, felt just like I was walking on broken glass. What a fool. Back to my trusty (but heavy) Clarks boots.
Lots of ailments this week, five blisters, ankle strain for a few days, old knee jip, and a back graze caused by having to wear a belt.
Met a lot of friendly generous people this week, was given a handful of protein bars by a narrow boatman who thought I was homeless, free cans of beer from a fellow camper who could see I’d had a tough day, a family even offered me there lawn to camp on, unfortunately I needed to walk further to get the miles in for the day, so may have missed out on free food.
Definitely saw another side of campsites last week, as I got nearer to Liverpool. One had a guy sharpening an axe, and from what I could tell there were a few people actually living here. On another I was offered hash within five minutes of arrival, I respectfully declined, ‘no sir I will not partake’ a very good decision, as when I arose in the morning, I could see one of the fools either doing a shamanic ritual or just plainly heaving his guts up out of the tent.
I’m currently camping in Whitchurch right by the canal. Trying to save battery so haven’t checked these notes properly.
James Johnson 