This was a phrase much used on late Saturday night and Sunday in our cute little cottage near the Jurassic Coast. Sometimes in wonder, some in disbelief, many in pride. 40km is not the longest any of us have trekked while fundraising for the CF Trust (we did 67km in a day in the Surrey Hills once), but this was tough. Steep, beautiful, sometimes scrambling. Doing this kind of event as a group is bonding in ways I cannot explain. Sarah, Michele, Jo, I hope you know how much you all mean to me, always.
We have raised over £3,800 with this trek, plus gift aid (link here if you would still like to donate). No matter the amount, we appreciate every sponsor (and spend a lot of time delightfully debating who the very generous anonymous donations may be from!). Thank you so, so much.
Today Isaac completed his latest course of IV antibiotics. He’s feeling much better, and coughing so much less. The feeling he describes to me after having his port de-accessed following two weeks with a needle in his chest sounds wonderfully liberating - especially so in the heat of summer. The packing away of the IV supplies back into the cupboard, which dominate the kitchen while he’s doing them, feels cleansing and cathartic. Today was a breezy happy day, until I see the children of Gaza starving and I weep again. I am supporting the Red Cross in the small way that I can (https://donate.redcross.org.uk/appeal/gaza-crisis-appeal) and plan to join protests. This cannot go on x
