By: Blonde Two
I don’t make claim to breaking many records, I can’t run fast, jump high or speed knit, but as a child, I always fancied seeing my name in the Guiness Book of Records. I think it was probably Roy Castle’s trumpet that did it, that and the intriguing McWhirter twins. I used to rack (unsure of spelling) my brains trying to think of unusual records that I could break. Longest time asleep in front of the gas fire was one that I always fancied or person with the most annoying sister.
Well Blonde Fans, the other night, I am convinced that Mr Blonde One (oops, Blonde slip up there I mean Mr Blonde Two) and I did break a record. Let me explain …
I had persuaded poor old Mr B2 that it would be a good idea to go up to Haytor and do a quick extra night navigation practice. It had been a lovely day (back when it was still Spring) and we had been out enjoying the sunshine. As we were changing into our walking gear, I warned him that the skies were clear which meant that it would be chilly out and that he should put extra layers on. I didn’t think anymore about it, this guy has cycled around Iceland without me and survived.
Anyway, we drove up to the car park (well past it a couple of times first) and got out amidst the cold sheep and ponies who were quite rightly wondering what we were up to. I had a nice little route planned out with about seven navigation points. The wind was icy and by the time I had sorted out my gaiters, walking pole and map, Mr B2 was pulling definite “very cold” faces and looking quite uncomfortable. I had planned the first leg from the top corner of the car park so we walked over to it and I set the bearing.
It was at this point that Mr B2 said that he was too cold and that I took a proper look at him. It was obvious that a night nav exercise with all of my usual stopping and looking and back tracking was not going to be a good idea. So with a quick “I think we should stop” and an even quicker “yes let’s” we headed back to the car, took off the gear and repacked the boot.
I counted the paces – it was seven double ones back to the car which means that we walked a grand total of 25 metres. Needless to say that, despite the perfect cross car park navigation, I didn’t bother putting the walk into my log book.
That is the voice of experience! Knowing when to give up and come back another day when conditions are more suitable.
The entry in the Guinness Bok of Records is getting closer! One idea has already been born and that is 100 blondes with rucksacks making their was across Dartmoor which has never been done before.
Now you could add to that 100 blondes walking across Dartmoor each carrying 100 Jelly Babies and all wearing Haribo Jacketts which could be sponsored by Haribo themselves!
Have I woken up yet or am I still having weird dreams or was there something in that wine last night?
I like this idea very much. I think I should go and buy my Haribo jacket soon in preparation for our record attempt!
And what record would you and Mr Blonde 1 have been breaking then?? Is there something I should know?!
I see I had better keep a closer eye on you Blonde 2!
I think I should keep a closer eye on Mr Blonde One as well! Very suspicious!
Now theres a walk that even I could have managed!!! x