Extract from Sunday, 4th April, 1982:

A fine morning with slightly hazy sun. G & H present.

We did the Peg Lady's walk, but could not return via the old roilway behind Fineshades, as it had been fenced off. Yet another walk spoiled.

"If one leg were stronger than the other," said George, "How would you walk?"
"You could take longer strides with the stronger one," I suggested.
"That's exactly what you would do!" chimed in our medical expert, Harris.
"Mathematically impossible!" I retorted. (Unless, of course, you are walking in a circle.)

George insists that I record an incident from his and Harris' famous walk from Peterborough to Red Cow Drove: they rested outside a half-built house, and a pair of octogenarians passing by on a tricycle called out, "When are you moving in then?"

 Extract from Sunday, 18th April, 1982:

A fine morning with a cool breeze, but the sun breaking through occasionally.

G, H & I were joined by Harris' daughter Kiki. We drove to Deeping and walked along the Welland bank, crossing the river by the roilway bridge (illegally, of course).

Minnie got full of burrs, and had to ride in Harris' rucksack. Max was all right ~ he is unburrable.

We walked back through Deeping St James, then along the river bank again, where we met a man who fell off his horse for us. "Do it again," cried Harris, "I was looking the other way."

The man said his horse was a cob. "Gosh!" said George, "The pub at Creake sells cob sandwiches ~ imagine one of those between two slices of bread!"

Back at Y ^e Olde White Harte Kiki de-burred Minnie. "You should teach her to walk on stilts," she told George.