That is a question I believe will be running through Fergus' head quite a lot over the next few days.
I will explain.
Last week Murphy and I met up with him for a gentle stroll, during which he told us that every morning on the walk from St Bees to Kirkby Stephen (82 miles don't forget) he was told 'come on Fergus we are going to the beach'.
Fergus is a bright chap (he works for his biscuits unlike some of us) but he told us that he was getting a bit confused when by the end of each day there was no beach to be seen and from the photos I've seen in Mum's book, Kirkby Stephen is pretty well landlocked.
Today he has headed off with the hooman support team for the second stage of the walk: Kirkby Stephen to Robin Hood's Bay.
Now Aunty Debbie is our favouritist person after Mum and Dad, but I have to say I hope there is a beach at the end of these 108 miles or I think young Fergus will be mightily upset.
