God be in Minehead (and in my understanding).

And can David be in there too please?

Well my dear, yes he can, if he takes the 08.11train from Leeds to Taunton and then the 12.39 bus from Taunton to be in Minehead at 13.54.

Maggie saw me off this morning with an Uber to the station. A cold morning, particularly cold for a loser who shaves his head.

The train was on time, and I kept the same seat all the way, despite buying four tickets for the legs from Leeds to Chesterfield to Burton to Bristol to Taunton. Saving over £40.

I was sat next to Maxine, a very smart business woman who was proper, polite and pleasant. She subsequently donated to my justgiving page. There are still nice people in this world.

I was sat opposite Trevor who, coincidentally, was the Treasurer of the Cornwall Prostate Support Association. He had contracted the illness and his Association was linked to/ part of Prostate Cancer UK. This world is getting smaller.

I was too early in Minehead to check in to my room, so I walked to the front and took some photos.

I then had a pint in the Quay Inn, and Collette, the owner, whose dad died of prostate cancer, sponsored me. What a star! Thank you very much.

I’m going to check in now, and start my trek tomorrow. Thanks for reading this. And thanks to all the lovely people who I met today. I know it should be whom,

but it doesn’t feel right.

Night night.