Monday 1st March at 9am is a possible date for the walk for Uganda to leave Ely Cathedral for Norwich City Football Club. It is estimated that there will be a 15 mile walk each day, ending at Carrow Road on Saturday when Norwich play Yeovil. If anybody out there would like to join in for part of the course, the whole course or only for a mile you will be most welcome. Please contact me at darmodyrichard@hotmail.com

Several people have asked me about sponsoring the walk. Do let me know if you want to do that and I will give you some details. I am also planning a more accesible way for people to give. There are no overheads as far as our work is concerned. Our own trip to Uganda in August is self financed. The money given will go to The Bishop's School (in spite of the name it is not a Church school). As we will be on the spot in the summer we will be in a position to ensure the best use is made of what money is given. There will be accountability for what is done with the finances.

Anyone who has been to certain parts of Africa will know that often it is the Church which has to act as a social service. It is not necessarily ideal but it is the reality and without it many people of all ages would be poorer.

We've gone international, it's official! Today I had a message from Marina Harris from the beautiful island of Tobago saying she is following the blog and that folk in Tobago are supporting the walk! Alright, she is a relative! But it's the way you tell them isn't it? Just think what a headline it would make in our local rag 'Trinidad and Tobago Join the Pilgrimage to Carrow Road.' There is a serious side to all this, but it is an agreeable seriousness. One of the lessons I have learned is that a good cause becomes a kind of dance, a bit like the Conga, which is a Latin American dance with African origins. It is such an infectious dance with all kinds of people joining on the end of the line. Well,thinking about some smiling, poor children in Uganda and adding a daft idea from a vicar and diverse people join in the serious fun. All sorts are united in the dance and age and geographical distance become irrelevant. Lord Mahinney, the Chairman of the Football League has also been good enough to give me some practical help. As a committed Christian he has been a marvellous support to me in my ministry over the last 10 years, and I welcome his help with preparations for the walk. David Armes too has been in touch. As with Alan Howard, David went to infant and junior school with me and we have met up again after many years. David taught me to tie my shoe laces. What a significant role that one act has played in my life! So, what a dance we have begun!

June and I put more time in at the gym today and were amazed that we weren't stiff and sore after yesterday's walk. What will happen next?

A heavy cold during my last week's holiday of the year-typical. Today I was sufficiently recovered to do a day's training. Remember, all this exercise is new countryside for me. When did I last do a serious piece of walking? Probably when I was 15, doing Fell Walking with a school group in the Lake District. So 10 miles walking around Grafham Water at one go was a big deal for me. My wife, June, joined me and off we went. For the end of October it was incredibly mild, with the temperature at 16 C. I can see why some people rave about this walking business. The resevoir was shimmering in the sun light while several boats bobbed in the water as fisherman angled for Trout. We walked in and out of nature trails, enjoyed swans preening themselves, grebe's diving, herons taking off- and all for a two pounds parking fee! We surprised ourselves that we could manage the walk with some degree of competence. Our sandwiches and drink tasted divine; such simple pleasures. After completing the course around the lake we sat on a blanket with a hot drink and a last sandwich (kept for this final act of triumph) and surveyed our minor victory!

The Bishop of Ely's Publicity Officer has given me some excellent guidance about raising public awareness. I have spoken by phone to one of Norwich City's Chaplains, Reverend Arthur Bowles, who played football with my Dad after the war, and also did my Dad's funeral. It was good to get his moral support and it meant a lot. What a long way all this is from Africa, yet as we walked it seemed so near.

'Do starving Africans a favour.Don't feed them.' This rather startling headline was featured in The Times today. The point was that feeding starving people in the short term has led to long term problems across Africa. While we are feeding them the underlying problems are not being addressed. Well, it is easier said than done. When we see pictures of what is usually described as a famine of Biblical proportions, it takes a very hard nosed person not to want to help. At the same time the point of the article is still worth considering. The punch line is that our support should target education. It is a well educated Africa which will have long term benefits. This point encouraged me because in a small way the walk is designed to raise serious money for one African school. As a Christian who takes the Bible seriously my conviction is that education itself may not solve the problem. Corruption for example requires a change of heart and not just of mind.

There has been hunger in parts of Uganda recently. However,in the south west where we are visiting there is not a shortage of food. In fact the land is very fertile. It is the poor infrastructure (roads are appalling), the absence of industry and generally a lack of investment which causes poverty, to say nothing of the need of a shift in mentality, for example in a more productive use of "waste". The prevalence of malaria, HIV/Aids, breathing related ilnesses and their attendant tragedies add to suffering, with children bearing much of the brunt.

What we are trying to do is a drop in a huge ocean, and there are lots of other drops like ours. Nevertheless I think targeting education may not be dramatic enough to grab headlines but it is sound.

There has been high emotion today. My Parish work goes on as always with the highs and lows of pastoral life. In the few gaps I have had today I have been moved by some emails about the walk. Alan Howard's response to this blog brought some tears to my eyes. Alan and I were at Bull Close School Infants and St Augustine's Junior School together. We met again recently after more than 30 years. Alan is Managing Director of Aspect Roofing in Norwich. He wrote:
"I seem to recall that many, many years ago, two snot nosed lads clutching a packet of chocolate biscuits, queued 3 hours to be first through the turnstyles to see Norwich play Stoke City. At the time Stoke had the one and only Stanley Matthews on the wing and a star studded team. Norwich beat them 5 or 6 nil and Ron Ashman played a blinder. On that emotional basis alone, I would consider it a privilege to join you for the whole pilrimage."

My MP Shailesh Vara has offered some practical support. He left Uganda in the 1970s with his family when Idi Amin expelled many Ugandan Asians from the country and in so doing crippled that country's economy from which it has never recovered. Mr Vara has kindly contacted media representatives on my behalf with the hope that the publicity will help raise funds for the school in Uganda which started all this off.

Today's been a quiet day walk-wise after yesterday's heady news. I must be patient about getting publicity going. What is more, we mustn't peak too soon. It is also important to have a pause to help me answer the question, why am I doing this? Is it for the Ugandan children or is it for me?

At the Becket's Lunch for seniors a number of people showed an interest. Pat said we ought to make the walk a theme for the Lent Frugal Lunches after Christmas, and to give the proceeds to the cause. There was also a suggestion that we might contact the local schools to get them on board-it's becoming quite a community effort! The idea of a lone walker is giving way to team effort. My wife June is willing to head up some back up for the walk. Simon advised me about some of the available websites, about footwear and diet. Daniel has helped me with IT advice, I'm grateful Andrew has signed up as a follower today. I'm incredibly grateful to my wife and three lads for their support.

It all started with thinking outside the usual, having a cause and going for it. Why are we often hampered by our own fears of looking foolish? Striking out truly enriches life!

Cometh the day cometh the opportunity. I have received a good bit of encouragement today, to put it mildly. First the Bishop of Huntingdon The Right Reverend Dr David Thomson sent me a message of support. He had seen my blog and wrote to say he would be willing to wave me off from the Cathedral the day of the walk, and even walk to the Ely boundary. Not only that, he has included a piece about the cause on his own, to use his words, "blogroll." This gave me such a lift. Next I heard that the Cambridge News was interested in covering the story and taking some pictures. Then when I was doing my lunchtime work-out at the gym the instructor promised to include a piece with a photo in the Impressions Magazine. On top of that a friend from Church has offered to walk all the way with me to Carrow Road as a walking companion. Is this what those Calendar Girls felt like? No,definitely not, I'm not doing that!!
I watched Norwich on the tele lose 2-1 to Leeds last night. Norwich were awesome in the first half but lost in extra time as a result of an unfortunate error. I thought I'd let Delia get over it before writing, so tonight's the night. On the ball city!

"Did Gump walk or run across America?" A moments doubt told me to text my son Simon. He "just felt like runnin" came the answer. Oh dear, that's the problem with blogs isn't it? I knew I should have used Pilgrim's Progress! Anyway this Gump will walk, that's for sure!

I did something unusual for me. I had to be in Peterborough so I took half an hour to walk. For some no big deal, but not for this workaholic. What a reward. The October sun shone benignly. I strolled around a boating lake and took time to watch the swans, Canada Geese and seagulls. Suddenly a heron swept down gracefully and landed on the path in front of me. When it saw me approach it started to walk like Max Wall. And those strangers with dogs,on bikes and even the man carrying a canoe actually spoke, as though it were the most natural thing to do, rather than look at the ground. Is this a sub-culture, a subversive group in the hectic twenty first century that only half an hour of walking has uncovered?

My only trouble was that I was wearing shoes for a towny and trousers which tickled my right knee, driving me mad. There's a lesson for the big walk; suitable clothing!

I must pluck up courage and write to Delia tonight. Her moral support would be great for the cause.

Gump

Forrest Gump was always in the headlines without understanding their significance. He walked too, all the way across the States; he just kept walking. People walked with him. There is something about walking which grabs people's imagination. I announced it in church today, "I shall be walking to the sacred turf of Carrow Road." People laughed. I felt it was the laugh of support. A good sport offered to walk with me. Will there be others? Is this the beginning of a Gump walk? Will I grow a beard and speak wisdom en route? Will this wisdom become a bumper sticker?

Already I can see the walk is life changing. It means practice, training and planning. It needs time, other things have to make way, work has to stop. The Bishop of Reading tried to give busy commuters an egg timer at the local railway station to get them to stop for a minute a day. Walking practice will take more than a minute a day. As a vicar I should know the value of space, time off, exercise and sharing the joy of it with others. But not wanting to stop work in case the world stops spinning is a disease I know all about. So, keep walking Forrest!

Day 2,

After the party last night, it was a short night's sleep. My first thought in the morning...what have I done? Walk? Norwich? Delia?

I drove to Ely Cathedral for a 9.30am meeting followed by a service at 11.15am. The drive across the Fen on this bright morning in October did me good. It gave me time to think. I saw in my mind those children in Uganda. The boys in bare feet kicking a football made with plastic bags tied with string or elastic bands. The little lad passing our window early morning with a yellow gerry-can on his head to get water for the family before school. The 15 year old girl who is head of her family because her parents and grandparents are all dead due to HIV/Aids. The shack of a school building with earth floors, no electric light, the need of basics like pencils and paper. Isn't it worth a bit of humiliation, a few jokes about Delia's cooking!

After a full day I spent 45 minutes at the gym, and went for it with fresh enthusiasm. I told the instructor about the blog. I appreciate my son Daniel encouraging me to write. I hope it pays off!

Day 1 , My Decision to Walk!

This morning the idea was hatched. For ages I'd been toying with the thought. Today's appointment with my gym instructor clinched it. I heard myself say I was planning (perhaps a bit strong!) to walk for the children we'd met in Uganda. As I spoke, the idea started to firm up, in fact I was making it up as I went along , but the imaginings were taking on real forms . I was going to walk from Ely Cathedral, where I am an Honorary Canon to Carrow Road, the home of Norwich City FC (I'm a long suffering fan). All this to raise some money to help build a schoool in South west Uganda.

The fact is that there is so much competition for money raising and all for worthy causes. You have to do somethng a bit unusual to earn your sponsorship!

Before the day was out, and with no little thanks to conversations at my sons engagement party, new ideas emerged. What about asking Delia to meet you? Can't the Bishop wave you off? Well, we'll see. The main thing is to keep the children in focus; their needs and their education.