Sunday 18 February 2018. Only Josephine and Karen joined Phil on what turned out to be a lovely walk in glorious sunshine. We started at Beacon Hill, the highest point in Norfolk at 338 feet (103 metres), also known as Roman Camp.
We walked south, crossing fields, arriving at Felbrigg Hall for a magnificent coffee stop. We then turned north on the Weavers Way, over the railway, and on into Cromer and Cromer Pier for lunch, where we found two newish benches at the end of the pier, sheltered and in sunshine for an unhurried lunch.
The tide was going out so we walked along the beach to East Runton Gap, making our way south through the village, away from the tourist route, and through delightful different pathways, ascending back to Beacon Hill through rhododendron woods.
A lovely walk of 8.75 miles with a wonderful variety of scenery.
While the 3 Musketeers were enjoying themselves at the coast, I continued my return to walking with a couple of local outings. On Friday I took myself off to Ferry Meadows for a quick 3.5 mile walk. Today was a cold and misty start but it didn’t deter me from going for a 4.6 mile walk in Fineshade Woods. Starting from Duddington, I made my way to the cafe at Top Lodge which serves just the best cappuccino. It might seem like a long way to go for a coffee but it got me out into the fresh air and helped to rebuild my stamina. My plan is to do an 8-miler on Tuesday in preparation for leading my Empingham walk next Sunday. (Brian)
Nine Fenland members and two members from Peterborough met outside the church in the little conservation village of Apethorpe for Josephine’s 6.5 mile walk.
Many of the limestone cottages and houses are grade II listed. The village is recorded in the Domesday Book and was, for many years, the seat of the Earls of Westmoreland. Apethorpe Palace is situated at the southern edge of the village.
We followed undulating field paths, spotting deer in the distance, to King’s Cliffe, passing a mill house with mill race and up to the church, where we found a bench by Willow Brook, a tributary of the River Nene,
We then made our way out of the village and under a tunnel of the disused railway, skirting the perimeter track of the abandoned RAF King’s Cliffe with it’s buildings in ruins. We sat on one of the walls for lunch. It was cold and so we didn’t linger.
We made our way to the Glenn Miller memorial where he played his last airfield band concert in the big hangar at Kings Cliffe, long since disappeared.
A nice path led through woodland and we were back in Apethorpe.
Everyone behaved themselves, so we didn’t need to make use of the stocks opposite the church!
Phil has kindly sent this article from the EDP.
We can still find routes around the Stody Estate.
I wear a “Fitbit” monitor which measures the number of steps that I take each day and more importantly my heart rate. In addition to showing the current heart rate it also records a resting heart rate. It is the latter figure that is of most interest here.
I was admitted to hospital with my heart attack on 18 January and had 2 stents fitted on 22 January. I’m not sure if it is coincidence but my normal resting heart rate of 60bpm started to increase on 15 January and peaked at 68bpm on 17 January; the day before my hospital admission. It has now returned to the normal level of 60bpm and, other than during periods of exercise, I hope that it remains that way.
Thursday 18 January 2018. It has taken me some time to write-up today’s event for reasons which will soon become clear. My chest pain had persisted for the last 48 hours and, as I didn’t feel like walking, I thought that I really should concentrate on my health; or lack of it. I went down to breakfast but didn’t feel much like eating so I returned to my room to search the internet for the nearest NHS drop-in centre. I wasn’t having much luck so I called 111. They took me through a series of questions which ended with the conclusion that I’d had a heart attack or was in the process of having one and that they would send an ambulance for me from Ambleside just 5 miles away.
I quickly packed my bags, checked out and waited for my transport. The hotel staff were good and one of them, a Polish girl, who was a trained paramedic and sat with me until the ambulance arrived. Once in the ambulance I was given an ECG, the first of many that were to follow, and some pain relieving medication. This eased things a little for the hour or so journey to the nearest A&E at Lancaster hospital. I didn’t have to wait in the ambulance and was quite quickly admitted to one of the A&E bays. Another ECG was followed by a shot of morphine, a chest x-ray and blood tests which confirmed that rather than it just being Angina, I’d had a small heart attack – if there is such a thing!
After a couple of hours in A&E I was then moved into the Coronary Care Unit. I saw the consultant the following morning and plans were made for me to go to Blackpool on Monday for an Angiogram/Angioplasty. Apparently Blackpool hospital in the coronary care centre of excellence in the North West. The procedure took about 90 minutes to complete and was relatively painless although I did feel some discomfort when the tube going up my artery passed by my bicep. It was confirmed that one artery was 95% blocked with another being 75% blocked. I was given the option of having stents inserted or waiting until I could have heart bypass surgery. The latter would have been more invasive and the recovery period longer so I opted for the stents. I asked if I could have some before and after pictures as a memento and for a £10 donation to charity I was given a CD to take away with me. Unfortunately I can’t get it to play on my laptop and they are going to try something else and send it to my home address. I’ll upload it to YouTube, if I can, but if you want to know more about the procedure then you can watch this short video.
I was back at Lancaster in time for tea and was discharged just after lunch the following day (Tuesday). My brother came to pick me up and I’m staying with him in Harrogate until the weekend. I haven’t put the repaired ticker to the test just yet, only having walked to the hospital car park. I’ll see if I can get out for a short walk in the next few days. I’m not sure how long it will take me to fully recover from the heart attack but, in any event, I’m barred from driving for 4 weeks so I guess that I’ll be limited to pounding the streets and pavements of Benwick for a while.
Leaving my hotel in Grasmere at such short notice raised something of a logistical problem. My car was in Grasmere, I was in Lancaster my brother is in Harrogate and my home is in Benwick. My brother and his wife came to visit me on Saturday after which they went to pick up my car and take it to Harrogate. The plan is for my nephew to drive me and my car back to Cambridgeshire this coming weekend and for my brother to follow in his car in order to get them both back to Yorkshire.