On pics-or-it-didn't-happen pics
On Saturday, I walked from one end of Weymouth to the other and back again, and some of you even gave me genuine cash money for this less-than-taxing effort.
And, as promised, here's the proof:
Hot, sweaty blogger on freezing morning wearing his EXCELLENT charity hat.
The far end of Weymouth - the less than impressive Riviera Hotel
View of the town from poor, dead Archie Mitchell's house.
"Are we nearly there yet?" "Yes. Yes we are."
We shall speak no more of this.