LEJOG Recap, Refresh, Re-Energise – Day 6 – I Cross Into Somerset
It was a very good day of running down quiet country roads but unfortunately rather boring to write about. It was my second longest day to date with 38 miles over 4 runs.
Just to give you an idea of how far I was into my journey at the end of this day, have a look at the map below. There was a good reason I never checked the map properly during LEJOG. Seeing how far I had to go probably would have sent me straight to the fucking madhouse.
My aim for today was the Youth Hostel in Exford, not because I was out on the nonce, I needed somewhere cheaper to stay as there was no way I was gonna be paying for hotels across Great Britain for over a month.
The highlight was passing through a place called Snapper. The worst part was the hills and the lack of civilisation. I didn’t know anything about Exmoor National Park before I started LEJOG and probably knew even less afterwards laughing at all the silly place names.
All you need to know is that it has a zoo, is hilly and is really fucking rural.
The hills all throughout the run were extremely difficult. It meant I became dehydrated more easily and I had to resort to knocking on someone’s door to ask if they’d be prepared to sell me some Coke (they had a Coke sign on their window). No dice. They let me use their tap in the garden.
I began to appreciate what it must feel like for people who are constantly dehydrated. Liquid hasn’t ever tasted so good.
I got to my accommodation in Exford at around 7pm and it was brilliant having the entire dormitory to myself for only £15. I celebrated arriving into Somerset by having a great dinner at the Exmoor White Horse Inn. The cruel irony of this journey was to be that I probably ended up spending more in pubs sober than I did when I was out on the piss and I developed a love for rustic country inns with beer-battered onion rings.
It was just a pity that I bought a large box of Frosties that night and ate the entire half-kilo box for breakfast the next day as it caused the worst case of the shits that I have ever experienced throughout most of Exmoor National Park.
You’ll have to tune in tomorrow for that one.