Day 13 - Selby to York

Hooray - i made it to York!  i am now officially half way.  The sight of York Minster rising up over the horizon was truly wonderful and i had to walk around it several times just to let it sink in.  The Minster was always my half way goal and the point when I could really feel that i was making progress and the finishing liine wasn't a distant dream.  A friendly local policeman took some photos of me and announced to a group of unsuspecting tourists that "that this girl had walked ALL the way from London for cancer which is a hell of a long way!"  His wife had just recovered from Lymphoma so my walk really hit a note with him.  This has been one of the most moving things about my 'epic walk' as nearly everyone i've spoken to (taxi drivers, passers by, pub landlords, bus drivers, shop keepers - everyone) knows someone close to them who has cancer or had cancer in one form or other.  Hearing their stories - some heartening, some tragic - has spurred me on and made me ignore the bl**dy blisters and keep plodding! 
I am typing this with a very large g&t in my hand (oh bliss) thanks to the kindness of Arthur and Charlotte French who rescued me from the side of the road.  Today's route was the most beautiful so far as it was largely cross country on the Trans Penine Trail.  Perfect - no traffic except for the odd bicycle. I then crossed York City centre heading north on the A19.  I have to confess that today was also the most painful - my feet were really sore and the ever present blisters flared up and exhaustion set in at about mile 17.  The last straw was having to navigate off the blasted A19 and walk out of my way to get into Shipton (my destination).  I loaded up on Ibuprofen and hobbled along through little villages cursing the main roads.  Still, I haven't broken anything, I'm on target and I am over half way.  Here's hoping that my feet hold up tomorrow...