There have been two large gifts for building this school in Uganda. When I first thought about doing the walk I announced it out of desperation. I had told Bishop Edward that I would support the school. However,there was no money forthcoming, there was a recession and little interest. I decided to walk to Carrow Road as a daft gesture to raise what I hoped might be a couple of thousand pounds. When others said they would join me, my hopes were raised. Then I had an anonymous offer of ten thousand pounds although the condition was that the money should buy needed equipment for the Ugandan School rather than be used for building purposes. So I raised the bar and decided I would go for twenty thousand. Last week a Church said it would provide twenty thousand to build accomodation for the school children. I have been bowled over by these acts of generosity and thank God for them. I was speaking to a journalist from the Hunts Post who said, you should aim now for fifty thousand!

I don't want these big gifts to take the spotlight away from all those people who want to raise money and who can only give the odd coin or so-let's not forget what Jesus said about the widow's mite, "she gave eveything she had." All efforts are welcome. Neither should the big gifts take away from the innocence of what we are doing. Furthermore even 50 thousand would be a tiny drop in an enormous ocean of poverty and need. No, we now have the opportunity of doing something really significant, perhaps by being able to pay for more teachers etc. Besides who knows where this will all end, and what people's generosity will achieve.

There was a photographer waiting at 9am on Monday morning to take a picture for the local paper of those of us going to Uganda. She had us line up in a Conga!

So much effort is going towards helping Uganda. Joan sent twenty pounds from N Ireland, some local scouts have raised over seventy pounds by holding a cake stall, local Guides wanted the proceeds from their Carol Service to help The Bishop's School,people have promised sponsorship money for the walk in March etc. There has also been a substantial amount given anonymously to provide equipment for The Bishop's School. Through local contacts we have asked the Headteacher in Uganda to tell us what equipment is needed and he has sent a list. He is trying to equip a science lab and all the items he asked for are by our standards very basic, telling us that he is starting from scratch. We understand that the equipment can be bought in Uganda, presumably from Kampala. I am becoming more hopeful that we can raise twenty thousand to build the dormitory for The Bishop's School. When Canon Gershom was with us recently he told us why the dormitory is necessary. At present the children are being housed in a nearby village, which is not always the safest option. He spoke of abuses against children and in extreme cases child sacrifice posing a threat to their safety. The latter sounds unbelieveable in this age, but I have it on the best authority that it does happen in Uganda.

We realise that in the grand scheme the best we can do is only a drop in a mighty ocean. To help Africa, fresh initiatives at the highest governmental and international levels are required. That doesn't mean we should do nothing; every little helps make life more bearable. "Cast your bread upon the water and it will return after many days."

"Will you write more? I'm disappointed when you haven't written up your blog". I was staggered to get that message today from two people who live in Northern Ireland. The fact is I had not written for a while because I didn't think there was anybody out there reading it on a regular basis. But I will write now, even if it's only for two people in Northern Ireland! If there is anybody else out there let me know, or join the followers by clicking on to that logo. I don't need to be psychic to know that there is a horse lover out there who hasn't signed up be being a follower yet, and it isn't Mary King!

So where are we now? Well as I write Norwich have shot up to third in the league. What's more my leg muscles are getting well developed for this walk on 1st March. My trainer at the gym has increased endurance training on the treadmill. I had complained that it was getting too manageable, now I'm like one of those cartoon figures with legs moving fast and sweat pouring off me. But it feels much more challenging.

The trip to Uganda in August is now booked. At present there are six of us paid up and ready to go. June and I will be preaching at a Convention. Some will be helping Watsan which stands for water and sanitation. I'm not sure what they will be doing, but it will be something practical. Sharon is a Funeral Director who also wants to find out how the Ugandan people bury their dead. Martin works in a hospital here and so will team up with the Kisiizi Hospital. Jeremy used to be a headteacher so will be able to give us good advice about our school work. Alan, an old school mate, is a Director of his own business but is willing to get his hands dirty. I think people's hearts are being touched by this trip. When we saw Canon Gershom's pictures of the school we want to support, we were all moved by what we saw, and by the lack of progress on the dorm. It's foundations were dug so long ago that grass has grown over them. What a challenge!

What have the Queen and an African vicar got in common? The answer? I met them both on the same day. Naturally, I slightly exaggerate. I met the African, I saw the Queen. The Queen and Prince Philip visited Ely Cathedral for the 900th celebration of the Ely Diocese. It was a great occasion.(For me another Forrest Gump moment!). I sat opposite them in the service, with lots of others. The African vicar, Gershom Muhanga, was staying with us. I'm aware that all this can seem an exercise in name dropping. The point is the amazing contrast between these two worlds and being there to witness them both; just like Forrest. There was the pomp, the protocol,the fleeting glance of royalty and the sense, "I was there." But to be there to encounter the Ugandan man was more amazing. A man who took a photograph of me lighting a domestic fire, who had never seen a piece of coal, who had no choice but to live a simple life. Here on a scholarship, he arrived at our house with one coat which had been given, a rolled umbrella we had bought him and a small brief case which was borrowed. He talked to our people about the suffering of the orphans, the terrible conditions of Rwandan Refugees in Mbarara and our need to be grateful for all we have in this country. When asked what he liked about England he said "everything,you should be grateful for everything." Of course someone has to buy the coat and the umbrella to give, but I learned from him that life can be simple and uncomplicated; we need so little to live. When I explained to him as I left for the Cathedral the complex arrangements he asked "are such people free?"

I was thinking about Mr Miagy. As I raked leaves I remembered his words to Daniel "wax on wax off." The Karate Kid was essential viewing in those halcyon days of the 80s when our boys were young. Watching it with the children was a great excuse for those of us who were 30 something. There is that part in the film where Daniel gets to wax the car and paint the fence, until he flipped and quit. Finally, the truth was revealed by the master. The strokes of the paint brush and the circular movements of polishing were the precise movements for karate. So what about my leaf raking? I should have been on my next long walk, but the thousands of leaves on the lawn had to be dealt with and this kept me at home. "Walk on, walk on," could I hear the rake on the leaves saying that? Perhaps not. Then the master revealed a truth, or at least the decorater told me of some advice on the radio that very morning. "You don't need to rake, no, put the lawn mower over them, make mulch and let the worms do the rest!" It came like a moment of enlightenment, not to mention relief!

Our garden is about an acre; an acre covered in leaves! It's a size of garden dating from the days when vicars were something and had a gardener! Pushing the mower over the acre, guiding it across the thick layers of fallen leaves, putting one foot in front of the other, I didn't need Mr Miyage to make the point!

Yesterday I was told that the Traditional Shotokan Karate Club in Ramsey have decided to support our walk to Norwich for the children in Uganda. I am very grateful to Graham Harding their instructor for his backing and that of his young students. Graham is himself something of an adventurer who took a parachute dive on his 60th birthday. I hope there will be other individuals and groups who might follow the lead of this club. There is certainly a lot of good will.

Meanwhile we have been shown a DVD of the school in Uganda for which the money is being raised. Andrew Cooper a theology student from Ridley Hall visited it in the summer and has brought the pictures back. It shows a school in the same complex as a church. The school is like most of the school buildings in Uganda; very poor by our standards. The dorm has been marked out but awaiting the finances to start building. The class rooms that have been erected are shell like and rough looking. There is the need for even the basic equipment and yet more than 200 students are already attending school. The challenge is great.

"What route will you be taking?" This is a question I've been asked several times,and I haven't had a very accurate answer. Every time we go to Norwich we drive, making our way across Fenland roads until we get to the A11. But walking the 60 or so miles to Norwich requires a very different route. The main roads are clearly too busy and dangerous for walkers. In spite of looking at the map time and again I wasn't sure how to find a reasonably direct way from Ely over the flat Fen landscape into Norfolk. A more detailed map has revealed the Hereward Way which goes from Ely Marina to places like Prickwillow, Shippea Hill and on towards Mildenhall. This path will then take us onto the Breckland to Brandon and through Thetford Forest all the way to Watton in Norfolk. It looks a winding way but it is a relief to know it is there. I've no idea yet how passable some of these pathways might be. "Why not get in touch with a Rambling Society?" It's so obvious isn't it? So that is my next job. June and I also intend to start walking parts of the route we will follow in March.

Again I want to mention the remarkable adventure it is to meet and get advice from such different types of people in the pursuit of this goal. It has brought together the most unlikely combinations all with their own insights, humour and practical sense- how colourful and textured this life becomes by just pursuing, listening and taking some moderate risks.