Day 13 Alston to Greenhead

John Ritson and I have been great mates since we shared a house in Sheffield in 1973/4 in the heady days of Sheffield Uni, and later on our madcap ventures through France and Spain.

John always had a quirky sense of humour. He left photos of me on gateposts along the last few kilometers of the PW which attacted the suspcision from those ahead of me on the PW (who knew me from the YHA the previous night), while John awaited me concealed nearby before colecting me from the PW to take me back to his place nearby or a few days R&R and John-type entertainment.