#TheHonkLine — Job done

On Saturday we walked our ten miles (which turned out to be slightly longer due to a sat nav reading cock up) and we had our three meals in three parks.  There is no denying it was hard work in places but my lasting memory is going to be of laughter and friendship.   Or a joint determination that we were going to do this for those less fortunate than ourselves.   To date we have raised just over £3000 which is fabulous but we would love to raise more, so if you haven’t already sponsored us, or would still like to do so, here is the link:

#The Honk Line Sponsorship

I also wanted to share, and save in one place photos from our day too!  I apologise now as there are lots but then it was a long day and a lot happened!

It didn’t start well when Annie fell asleep before we had even started!

Our meeting point was Waterlow Park, in Highgate where kicked our day off with breakfast

And also where we recruited a new member of Team Honk when local celeb and all round fabulous chef Jamie Oliver whizzed by on a scooter.  Yours truly thought this was too good an opportunity to miss so chased him.    Literally chased him and asked if we could grab a pic.

Breakfast done it was a quick two miles past the Emirates Stadium with Arsenal playing at home later in the day (hence our wanting to get past it quickly!) to Highbury Fields where we set up camp for some lunch.  Pizzas cooked al fresco, thanks to the Firepod who had joined Team Honk for the day, pulling a pizza oven around London with us!   We are already huge fans of these guys and their amazing pizzas but fresh out of the oven in the middle of a park takes them to another level entirely.   We were all in heaven.

Lunch done it was then another three miles to our afternoon tea stop at Lincoln’s Inn Fields where we sat in glorious sunshine with china cups and teapots eating cakes and cucumber sandwiches

And the most incredible Houmous from Vassos Kouzina (a company co owned by Sarah).  Sadly you can’t buy on line yet but do look at the website to see if you are in the south east to see if you can grab some from a farmer’s market.  You wont be disappointed!

Then came the hard slog.  The last bit.   Six miles, most of the last bit up hill back to the start where we had left our cars.   I am not kidding when I say it was hard.  Mr B had dragged a trolley around, so had the Firepod guys.  We were beyond conversation really, just focusing on getting to the end.  Or as I started shouting “doing it for the babies” as I hurled myself up the penultimate hill.

Job done!

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