Oh well. You win some and you lose some I guess.
The good news: I got across the A14 on Friday without becoming an accident statistic. It was tougher than I'd hoped. What I didn't know was that there are roadworks there, so both carriageways currently have 40mph limits on them. At 40mph you still need a reasonably long gap between the vehicles to get across a lane of traffic at a run. Each carriageway of the A14 has two lanes, so you actually need a pair of slightly offset gaps. The speed limit, however, scrunches the traffic up, so these gap pairs are rare and they really only occur in front of artics. So when you start your run you're well aware that the approaching vehicle a) stands zero chance of slowing significantly and b) will certainly kill you if you haven't managed to get out of its way. Ho hum. I scored two out of two and didn't seem to scare the artic drivers either.
The bad news. This walk was unusual in that Day 2 was always going to be harder than Day 1. I knew that the distance was longer and that towards the end there would be very few people around to offer any kind of help. As the date approached it also became clear that the weather was going to be hotter. So I really needed to be in pretty good shape at the end of Day 1. Most of me was. But here's the underside of my right foot (photo taken in a mirror, so it looks like my left).
That was game over. The blood blister on toe 4 was manageable and the detaching callouses behind toes 4 and 5 and on the outside of the heel while tender were bearable too. But the large and partially torn and raw blister wasn't.
Most of the cause was either no-one's fault (weather too hot) or mine (boots too watertight to release the sweat, so the sole skin softens and delaminates). Some of it though was down to a landowner who put me through a scarily bad experience north of Chatteris. He's got it coming over in the cockpunching thread.
To sum up - I did complete the Day 1 leg (including walking three to four miles, mostly on tarmac, on that foot after it tore open). On Day 2 Mrs VB came and rescued me and we drove over to Sodders and Sam's and sat in their garden drinking cold beer, nibbling on tasty snacks, chatting and playing with the dogs. Which was an absolute joy. Yesterday we had a wander round King's Lynn, which was nice enough. Today we dropped in on my family in Boston then drove home. I've got one of my regular appointments with the podiatry ladies on Thursday by which time the damage should be dead enough for them to tidy up. Could've been worse .