Thick black blanketed the city. Stars twinkled large and small. A yellow crescent moon competed with the orange glow of the street lamps. I walked in silence broken only by the crickets chirping their morning song in the dew-laden grass. Imperceptibly the darkness turned to deep inky blue. After an hour it faded to barely blue at all. Clouds hid the moon, the stars were swallowed by the dawn, faint apricot stained the horizon. I remembered being with the youngest four hiking in Spain. We had got up at five so we could witness the mountain sunrise. We had picked our way along in the dark which slowly, gently had given way to light. No blazes of colour, nothing dramatic, nothing spectacular. Today was just the same. Imagine my surprise when I glanced eastwards and saw the cumulus clouds burning! A bright pink light dazzled on top of the clouds, outlining them as if with jewels. The clouds themselves, in contrast, looked like Monet had brushed some hazy pink pigment across them. A real treasure. So began Saturday’s training walk which encouragingly covered more than half the Oxfam distance. Yes, I’ve made it to 54km and in under 12 hours…so even if we crawled the remaining 46 at half the speed we would make it in time. It no longer seems an unfounded arrogance to say that barring injury, I should finish. Do you share that faith? Would you be willing to prove it with a donation to our team, Poverty, Pleasure n Pain? You can do so here if you like. Or perhaps you want to wait until we’ve delivered the goods, so to speak – that’s OK; donations can be made for six weeks after the event. And maybe you don’t want to give at all – of course, that’s fine too. Whether you give a lot, a little or not even a penny, I wish you some treasured sunrises.
Last week’s training:
6.6km with Rob