The walk seemed to take an age to start, but when we finally set off. The queens guide at the front. Cedrick was his name. The start of the walk was easy, although myself and Mary managed to stumble on rocks. The handful of guard dogs the other groups managed to kill off the threats.
We eventually entered the sand after a quick stop for lunch in which one of the dogs was hungry and attacked my sandwiches. The first journey took forever, at parts ankle deep in water. Or worse quick sand! Travelling in the wrong direction to find the best suitable path thanks to the expertise of Cedrick.
Then came the biggest challenge yet. The kent channel. This was a stretch of water, up to our waist and as we were warned infested with all sorts of deadly animals. We crossed the river as a team and came out triumphant!
Then upon the horizon, yes it was more people. We at first we thought it was the last group that set off weeks ago. Still lost upon this land of...Nothingness. But we soon realised that it was in fact the group that started in Morecambe.
The last stretch was incredibly difficult. It was the marsh. Sludgy, mucky marsh. We were quickly surrounded by the killer sheep. But the group came out with minimal losses. Just one person was wounded in his attempt to flee the sheep we believe he broke his ankle.
But unfortunately this delay cost us to miss our train to the beginning, so the hour wait, without the toilets proved just to be as difficult as the walk itself. BUT WE MADE IT!
But one final note. R.I.P all the crabs that lost their lives on this walk.
Jack S.
