This morning we sat and had a chat over a cup of tea before setting off. Richard gave us some directions through town and we were eager to try them out. Despite this, getting into the city centre was a difficult task, and I’m not sure we ever found it. Leicester was dirty and full of main roads. We edged our way over some roundabouts and through some retail parks onto the road to Market Harborough.
The road was long, hard and hot (a bit like the highway to Hell). It consisted entirely of A-roads and dual carriageways. It was around this day that I realised how much I hate straight roads; you think it’ll get you somewhere quicker, but instead you can see ahead of you how far you’ve got to walk. I’d rather not know.
Eventually we turned off the highway at the two mile mark and trekked up hill, painkillers kicking in. I was able to ignore me knee and managed to March into Market Harborough with a sense of victory.
The hotel is very pleasant, a real difference to Richard’s; more standard and impersonal. We had dinner at a Chinese restaurant run and waited by Professor Lupin from the Harry Potter film franchise. Robert didn’t like him, saying he was weird and creepy. I thought he had a woeful demeanour, like a father who knows he’s failed his child. The food was good, though; however, I started to get strange heart palpitations and rang out Dad freaking out. Apparently it might be a sign that I’m low on glycogen, so more sugars and other carbohydrates for me. I think Robert got excited to try out his medical training as he sat there taking my pulse; every time a palpitation occurred my pulse would disappear. They felt strange, a bit like I was having hiccups at the same time as rapidly falling (something like one feels on a rollercoaster, only in your heart, not stomach).
We got a call from James and Euan, saying that Euan’s foot had developed a hole. Has Euan began to get the stigmata? They’ve gone ahead to Luton to give themselves a few days rest and recuperation while we catch up.