As I set off, I have to admit that I had a lump in my throat. Just over a year ago I was preparing to start this walk when a number of things happened, forcing me to postpone this adventure. Most significant was the death of my father Eric. As I took the first few steps along the pebbly Brighton beach, I really felt that Dad was with me. As a former journalist, he was probably taking notes. Then my thoughts turned to my mother, Margaret. She would be in her nursing home where we had moved her in January. But where was she today? In London during The Blitz? On a cruise? Most likely she was waiting for her husband to collect her and take her home. Her coat and handbag by her feet in the lounge, a packed bag lying on her bed ready for her departure. You see, Mum has Dementia. She is one of the very important reasons why I am supporting The Alzheimer's Society during the walk. My thanks go to them for supporting me as well as I plod my way round the coast to raise funds for their incredible work.
So, on my first day of the Walk, how far along the coast did I get? Shoreham-by-Sea! 7 miles! Hmmm. Best keep going!